The intention had been to sit given how tired he is, but it seems his skills are in need once again. So Emet-Selch lumbers his way back to the pool so that he may bring this new memory to life.

Exhaustion would be no excuse for a lack of theater in his magical conjurings. Emet-Selch waves his hand toward the pool with a fanciful (and quite unnecessary) flourish to begin the spell.

Beads of light begin to form along the surface of the pool. They gather, swell, and surround them in a beautiful shimmer as it gives shape to memory. Every detail from sight, sound, and even smell would be faithfully brought to life.