You close your eyes, tears threatening to burst through as you lament the inevitable loss of not just your body, but your human life as well. You recall your old self in your mindscape, and wish mournfully that you could go back the way things used to be before you went that accursed island just yesterday. You hate this, losing everything in the span of a day. You try to imagine how your forming hooves moved before, those hands and fingers of yours - the phantom feelings of how they write, grab, and lift.
'My hands... I want them back... Please...'
You strain mentally against the physical entity that is your body, as if you could just mold them back to the way they were before.