Poor thing. It was so wracked with pain. Human bodies aren’t meant to bear that much pain, not all at once. It simply could not survive. A pity. That form served me well. I experienced so many joys, so many pleasures while inhabiting it. There were sorrows too, of course. There always are. But I don’t know any other existence. I suppose I shall have to find out what comes next. After one becomes unembodied.
