Darkness.
That was the first thing he felt. No light. No sound. Only a heavy weight on his body. He tried to move, but nothing worked. He tried to speak, but no sound came out.
What's happening? Why can't I move?
His mind was awake, but his body felt tiny and weak. Panic grew inside him, but he forced himself to stay calm.
Then he heard something.
Voices. At first soft and far away, then closer. He could not understand the words, but they sounded kind. Warm. He felt hands lifting him, gentle and careful.
Suddenly, light burned his eyes. His lungs filled with air. He cried. The sound was sharp and high. Strange. But it was his own voice.
Wait… why am I crying? Why does my voice sound like this?
The voices around him kept speaking in that strange language. Someone wrapped him in something soft and warm. His eyes slowly adjusted, and he saw blurry faces. They were smiling down at him.
This doesn't make sense. The last thing I remember…
Memories rushed back. The accident. The pain. Then nothing.
…I died.
The thought hit him hard. His small body was warm in the blanket, but his heart raced.
If I died… then what is this? Could it be… reincarnation?
The idea scared him. It also filled him with wonder. He had read about such things, but never thought it could happen to him.
No… this can't be real… right?
But it was. His body was too small. His voice was strange. The people around him were strangers. The language unknown.
And yet, he knew the truth.
He had been born again.
Unbelievable… he thought, staring at the new world with newborn eyes.