A disembodied voice echoes from the feather, singing to your mind as though the thoughts were your own.
"No, not Earth this time. I was home. It was those gates. I had—I don't know, a sense of dread? Vertigo set in, and I plummeted from the sky like I lost control of my wings. My heart hurt—ached—and I felt so much guilt and… and shame. Regret. No, I don't remember anything else." — ???