One of the things I miss most actually is language. I know my wings, my ethereal form, they will one day return to me, but what I miscalculated was how much will pass over me with only a finite set of dialects I can memorise in this life. I miss being able to understand anyone, any time, and listen to their stories in their intended arrangements rather than constantly struggling through slightly inaccurate mappings from one set to the next. But more than that.. I miss languages I don't even remember, with words this form could not hope to pronounce. There was power to them. Elegance. I wish I still had access to at least that.





















