6 days after arrival.
Turns out I've kept most of my power from whatever that one world was called. Iauvh'op'drurh is telling me that the name of that world was kept a secret for some unknown reason and was only ever given the nickname, Redacted. Truthfully, I don't really care about what that place was called, everyone in it is dead. Luckily the house I uh... borrowed from, kept a map of this world. Something is compelling me to head North to someplace called The Arcanium, perhaps there I will find my purpose.