"And now I go to 'the plank'.

"Going slowly, taking my last steps over the Forest ground. Feeling the leaves crunch and squash under my pads, for the last time. I'm not saying goodbye, not dying... not exactly. Soon I'll know the ground, the trees, more intimately than ever... but not in this body, not through these senses, and it won't be the same "me" exactly. Shifting a soul from one physical form to another is like translating literature between languages: you try to hold on to what's most essential, the meaning and music of the piece or the person, but you have to accept that much will change. The change from Cat to Swamp-Wood will be profound, and I can't be sure what will get lost in translation."

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