From Fur and Feathers to Human Skin


Through the trees, the bright light shone. What the light was made of she couldn’t say, but the closer she got, the more she felt it bore into her. The light was unlike any other. It sang of such beauty, and although the words were so similar to her own, they were somehow different. It was as if the light contained her true voice, and she felt that if she were to move into it, perhaps she could exist in a skin where she could finally sing the way she had always intended. Swooping through the branches, she held on tight to little Herbie. It seemed as if he too had become mesmerized by the light. Either that or he had fallen asleep again, but something told her that wasn’t the case, for not even he would’ve been able to resist magic such as this. Turning her head, she could see the animals moving through the undergrowth, only they were changing shape as they ran. From fur and feathers to human skin, their shapes shifted back and forth until they became orbs, and as they glowed beside her, they zipped past until they were swallowed by the light. Each one of them on a journey of which so much would never be known.

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