A Queen termite's Life as a Termite

As you find yourself walking through a lush green forest, you feel an otherworldly force steadily encompassing you, an ineffable magic that’s transforming you. You tremble slightly as you feel more than witness the imminent change write the story of your existence anew. To begin, you notice a distinctive and immutable chill anchoring deep within your bones, making you shudder uncontrollably. An involuntary gasp pierces the silence around you as you feel yourself shrinking, compacting into a size barely recognizable to your original stature. You flutter your eyes open in time to see towering trees looming overhead casting terrifying, colossal shadows. Your transmutation journey has begun. Your very form distorts, spindly legs extending from your torso, multiplying until you count six. Two gnawing mandibles emerge from your mouth, clicking upon each contact. You feel them tingling, instinctively understanding their purpose even before the thought settles in your mind. The pressure in your torso subsides, replaced by the sensation of formation of a new segmented structure, hard yet flexible. You try to reach out to the familiar memory, the cluster of who you have been, but the dark spots in your vision expand to become two large, obsidian-black orbs. Everything shifts around you through your newfound eyes, presenting a world unseen before. Your surroundings come alive with unusual vitality, the granular world magnified and made marvellous. You can see tiny droplets of dew hanging precariously from leaves, each strand of moss growing on the bark of trees, and the intricate sonnet of the forest ground written in a thousand hues of green. Your rear gradually feels heavier, swelling into a large abdomen, an uncomfortable sensation that you instinctively know is not just essential but indeed life-giving. It is your newfound insignia of motherhood. You are the Queen now. Panic ebbs through your body, as your memories turn hazier with each passing second. Your experiences, your life, consciously breaking away until all that remains is the echo of a past life. A memory of a human life is replaced by the knowhow of a termite queen, a realm of a grounded, primal instinct, and the ancient wisdom carried through countless generations of previous queens. You are now viewing the world from a queen termite's ivory tower, your former identity now a distant and encroaching noise. As the transformation becomes self-complete, the daunting unfamiliarity morphs into a realizing calmness. From the depth of your being resurfaces the notions of duty and preservation of your colony, the ecstasy and urgency of laying millions of eggs, and the intricate knowledge of the underground labyrinth of passages that forms your kingdom. The forest floor beneath you feels excrucially welcoming, vibrating with the life of your new family, your loved ones, your millions of children. As your transformation concludes, only one thought pulsates fully within your segmented body, your newfound identity: You are the Queen. The Termite Queen.