I knew that at some point I had to have been spiritualy descended from an avian creature. After all, the pain of wings between my shoulderblades, and the creeping feeling of soft feathers hidden beneath my hair were obvious accusations. I never expected though, that when I drifted off to sleep, I would be pulled from my body as a bird, never had I even thought of that as possible. But even now, as I st here, surrounded by the sounds of evenescence on a saturday night, I can feel my consciousness slipping away, and spiritual wings unfolding in a flurry of golden feathers to let my soul soar again.
The visions I get now, are more vivid than ever, dark eyes, surrounding me as my body lays asleep, not sure when I shall wake again. Every time I sperate from it, the time gets longer, and I fear, soon I shall never return. The shadows come to take m away, but I fight back hard, until I am as tired as I was before I seperate, soon I wont even have the energy to take a breath, and I mourn for the bueaty I am losing, slowly but surely, my life is ending as the avian wills take over.
This is the last I will be able to write, I feel the feathers creaping over my body, slowly, and my eyes already are unfocusing. Long talons sprout from my fingertips, making it hard to write, but I manage still. I feel my wings form over my arms, and the talons disappear, replaced by long feathers, I'm glad I had the speech box installed last week, I can still record this for you. The last of my human sanity is disappearing now, and soon, I fear, this shall have to end, goodbye.
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