Magic mishap

It was supposed to be just another ordinary afternoon. You were walking down the cobblestone streets of the lower district, minding your own business alongside a handful of other random adults—a stressed-out attorney checking her pocket watch, a grumpy construction worker carrying a toolbox, a botanist examining a potted plant, and a worried college student.

Suddenly, a loud, panicked gasp echoed from a nearby open archway.

"Wait, wait! Duskie, no! Not that gesture—!"

Before anyone could react, a young, frantic-looking dragon-kin apprentice in an oversized wizard hat stumbled out into the street. His fingers were tangled in a chaotic web of shimmering, multi-colored light. With a loud ZAP, a massive wave of unstable, iridescent prismatic energy erupted from his hands, rocketing straight toward the sidewalk. It hit the ground right at your feet.

For a split second, the world turned completely upside down. You felt an agonizing, bizarre sensation of being compressed, flattened, and folded like a piece of paper. Your vision spun as the street, the buildings, and the sky ballooned into gigantic, towering versions of themselves.

When the blinding flash finally faded, a heavy silence fell over the street. You looked down at your hands, only to see sharp-angled, low-poly, origami-like draconic claws. You were standing on two short, blocky legs, complete with a tiny geometric tail. Beside you, the four other adults had suffered the exact same bizarre fate.

"Adequate apprentice... However, you're still quite imprecise," a deep, booming voice resonated from above.

Master Varis, a tall, dignified draconian scholar wearing round spectacles and carrying massive crystal wings, stepped out of the archway. He adjusted his glasses, looking down at the street. "The secret to prismatic magic is in the aperture of the mind. Not in the waggling of one's fingers."

Duskie blinked, holding his hands up mid-gesture. "Like this...?" He looked down at the floor, totally bewildered. "Wait... Where did the crowd go? Where did Duskie's spell go?"

Instead of panicking at the sight of five missing citizens, Master Varis’s eyes lit up with rare, genuine pride. "Oh, magnificent! Astounding accuracy, Duskie! You've completely bypassed standard organic structure and shifted their physical lattice into geometric prismatic constructs! A perfect accidental breakthrough!"

"Wait, Master, shouldn't we change them back?!" Duskie squeaked, looking down at the five miniature creatures scrambling on the cobblestones.

"Nonsense! Look how stable they are! They'll make perfect pets for you to study," Varis scoffed. With a casual wave of his long, scaled arm, a massive, enchanted glass terrarium drifted down from his study window. Before you or the other four could run, a sweeping gust of wind scooped all five of you up, dropping you unceremoniously into the miniature glass-walled wilderness.

The heavy glass lid slid into place overhead, sealed tight by a shimmering blue protective ward.

Master Varis leaned his massive face close to the glass, his giant spectacles reflecting the tiny landscape of synthetic moss and miniature waterfalls inside. Tap, tap. He rapped his claw gently against the glass right in front of your face.

"There you go, little ones. All the fresh water you could ask for. Duskie, make sure you feed them three times a day. We wouldn't want your first successful creations to wither."

From inside the glass, the world outside looks massive, and the heavy walls are totally inescapable. Your fellow "pets" are starting to panic around you. What do you do?