The neverending story

Your body is wracked with pain. You writhe on the floor in agony as your muscles and bones reshape, tearing your clothes.
Brown feathers are piercing out through your skin, and your nose and chin are extending past your eyes into a hard yellow beak. Your fingers are joining and the joints in your arms are reforming them into wings. Your entire lower body is shrinking, into small legs, while large pluming tailfeathers grow out your ass.
You are a hawk.
Suddenly, the floor drops out beneath you, and you are plummeting, from a great height, towards the earth.
You spread your wings and catch the wind as it gusts by.
You see the chrome ship fly out of sight, beyond the upper atmosphere.
You're flying. Despite the strangeness, and alienation, you are exhilerated by the enormous sense of freedom. You soar, and swoop.
You find your eye sight is better than you ever could have imagined. Far below lies a forest, but you can make out the different types of trees from this high up. Far to the north is a vast mountain range,but you can see where the treeline ends, and where the snowy caps begin.
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