The world is a distorted blur. A terrifying abstraction. I feel my body disintegrate with the speed of the transformation. With the urgent and uncompromising force of the change. The first tingling spreads, the initial cracks ripple, and the seams of my skin explode with light. I can’t contain this. I can’t. My senses are a brutal assault. An unfiltered nightmare. Sounds shatter me. Scents destroy me. The entire forest consumes me. I am swallowed by the chaos. I am erased. I am an animal with human memory. I am human with animal need.
The first shock of it sends my thoughts reeling. The shock of the night, of the moon, of the unbearable light. It sends my body past the point of breaking, past the fragile and desperate surface of my will, of my will and my control, of my control and my re
