Every time he evolves, he thinks he has already gotten used to the sensation of becoming something else, but every time he discovers that he is wrong.
It was always new.
Rowan felt he was waking up from a deep sleep. Every sensation that brushed past and through his entire being was stark and electrifying, as if he was a newborn and his skin was still tender making every slight breeze that touched him feel like needles piercing through his body.
His entire existence had transformed and it took a while, even with seven consciousnesses to reconcile the change. He had taken a step in a single minute, that everyone else would have taken billions or trillions of years to cross, with no assurance that they would even succeed.
