The second drop comes as no surprise, it too runs upwards but at a
slight angle. More icons show up, some I ignore and others I include
in the sequence of reawakening my systems.
The third drop I have to wait for, tracing its crisscrossing path
before it runs up it. The icons that appear now are activated as
soon as they reboot, my world and body is familiar to me again.

Freefall. According to my instructions I have to drop to the surface
of the planet without the aid of any kind of airbreak. Something
like a LandPellet or even a parachute would be discovered by the
residents. A second before I hit the ground I actually brace for
impact, old habits die hard, before realizing the futility of it.

It is a queer sensation to have every bone in your body broken at
the same time, every organ and every appendage completely smashed,
brain turned to sludge and the smears of your carcass scattered over
an area the size of a small football field. But it is stranger to
feel it growing together again.
My left big toe is nearly unharmed by the impact, and I feel it even
though it I have no biological sensory apparatus to do so with. A
the geometrical center of the remains of my body I start to reform,
slowly oozing back together. There's is a memory of pain, like a
ghost of some sort wants to lend me its feelings, but nothing real
and nothing lasting. I settle in to wait the hour or so it will
take.

Like a flower made from flesh I listen to the forest around me, my
roots shooting into the earth and connecting with every root system
they can find. I am provided a plethora of information about my
surroundings, including detailed maps of the landscape and what
resources are to be found in the near area.
Phantoms whisper to me from all around, animals and sentient flowers
that do not mind the intrusion of my mind matrix into their own.
They speak of the aggressors, of the trespassers, and they speak of
the temple. Reverend and hushed whispers of the doings of its
initiates, songs of the history of this ancient place, and sorrowful
poems of the beings that took it over and cut its loving touch from
all the creatures on the planet.
Even the gaia mind whispers a soft welcome, and in and instance I am
thought how to follow her clues through the dense forest so my way
will be safe and speedy. Her caress almost kills me before she
withdraws, completing my process of regrowth on her way out as a
blessing. Finished I fall to the ground, thanking her and swearing
my life to the mission that brought me here.

The canopy around me looks impassable for a moment, then a branch
moves slightly in the wind and a dark path appears. One bird flies
through the hole before me. As is always the case when performing
the acts determined by the council, my confidence is limitless and I
am thankful to be where I should be.