It's so dark, what happened to me? Did I die? Or am I in a hospital? Why can't I see anything?
Ouch! Why is someone pulling my head? This is really painful!
slowly woke up, but my vision was blurry and my eyelids felt really heavy. Everything seemed fuzzy, and it was quite cold.
what's going on?
I felt a person with enormous hands had spanked me.
Ouch! Stop that!
You pulled my head, and now you're spanking me? Why are these people acting this way? And why can't I see clearly? It's so hazy that all I can make out is a dim light in a pitch-black space, followed by shifting figures and the silhouette of the guy who kept spanking me.
Someone in the dimly lit room is conversing with the person who spanked me. What language is that? I can't understand it. Is it French? German?
Someone in the distance yelled something, and the entire figure moved as if they were panicking.
Is this a kidnapping?
I tried to remember what happened before I passed out, but I can't recall anything.
Ugh my head hurts
I can't stop crying because my whole body hurts so badly.
Did they torture me or something? Why would they even do that?
I tried to feel my nails and teeth by moving my finger and tongue. My fingers are barely moving and everything feels strange; I can't move my tongue properly and I can't feel any teeth in my mouth.
I was mortified at this thought so I tried to ask for help but my tongue was numb and I cant say anything so I just cried and cried.
At that moment, I felt lukewarm water and large hands touching my skin. It might sound strange, but it feels comforting, and I'm very sleepy. For some reason, I feel incredibly tired and dizzy.
oh screw it! I'll figure things out after I wake up.
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I cautiously opened my eyes, waking up after an unknown period; even that small movement proves challenging. After much effort, I managed to open them wider and survey my surroundings; unlike before, my vision has improved. Whatever medication they administered is finally wearing off.
Attempting to glance around, all I see is a candle-lit chandelier adorned with light-reflecting mirrors and crystals, giving it an antique, 16th or late 18th-century appearance. Uncertain of its era, it appears to be a restored antique piece.
I wanted to lift my head to see better, but it felt heavy, and my neck was stiff and weak, so I just stared at the chandelier.
What's going on? Where am I? Why do I hurt all over? And why can't I move? Even my fingers feel numb.
I tried to call out to see if anyone was nearby.
"nyawa" What the hell is going on? My tongue, too, is numb.
"Wawa," I can't talk?! Alarms rang in my head, and numerous scenarios flooded my mind.
What kind of drug did they give me?
My train of thought was disrupted when a massive head appeared, staring down at me.
I panicked before I even realized it.
Is it a Titan?!
Why does it look so big?!
Am I having some kind of a nightmare right now?!
I knew it!
I should not have read that manga!!
Various speculations and thoughts ran through my head until the figure hummed in the sweetest melody I've ever heard.
That's when I could see the face, or the person, who showed up out of nowhere in front of me.She's a lady with long, golden hair and bright green eyes. She looks like a princess from the fairy tales I enjoyed as a child, and she has a vibe of a Western woman. It almost makes me think that if elves were real, they'd probably look like her.
"@*,#" I don't understand what the pretty lady said, but she sounds so happy.
Oh that means she's not a titan! But wait why does she look so big?
Is it natural for Europeans to be this big? For whatever reason, this lovely lady is unnaturally large.
I was still pondering as to why she looked so big when she suddenly lifted me up.
Wait, wha-
My thoughts were interrupted when I saw the room.
I was evidently laying in a wooden crib, a fairly large crib with soft bedding and pillows, in a colossal bedroom.
The room is vast and incredible with porcelain vases and lovely flowers I've never seen before, as well as a massive gold-plated bed draped in silk and fur. Additionally, the woman who is supporting me is clothed in what appears to be expensive fabric with jewels. She's lovely, and despite the lack of accessories, she manages to look elegant and graceful, like a noble in the books and novels I've read.
I felt my stomach rumble as I became thrilled and puzzled about everything that was going on while attempting to connect the dots in my head. The woman holding me chuckled and then brought me towards her chest.
Uhmm, wait, wait, why are you-
Oh its so pink!!
I tried to shift my head away from the 'thing,' but it was impossible!
"#(#^&@*"
I have no idea what you're talking about, lady!
She forced me to drink her milk after a futile struggle, and I drank from the pink thing as instinct dictated.
Feeling embarrassed, I tried to avoid looking at her by scanning everywhere else. When I glanced down at my body, I saw small, pinkish baby hands and feet. I was shocked for a moment. Then, a sensible idea struck me.
Baby feet? Baby hands? did I reincarnate?
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Time has been passing slower than I thought.
It's been a month since I was born, and although I'm still weak, I can move my hands and fingers a bit easier now.
I've been spending my days just thinking, and I've come up with some pretty wild but kinda sensible ideas.
1) Maybe I died and got reborn with all my memories. Or maybe God made a mistake this time.2) Maybe all that stuff about heaven and hell isn't true.
I nodded to myself.
But let's get real because the biggest question still doesn't have an answer.
Why do I remember my past life?
If reincarnation is real, like Hinduism says, shouldn't I forget about my old lives and start fresh in a new body?
Besides that super hard question, I think I was reborn in the 1800s or something because people are still wearing fancy gowns every day.
And guess what? I was born into a rich family! So maybe I'll end up like those ladies in movies who just look pretty all day. I mean, there's the whole arranged marriage thing, but that's way in the future. And I think my family likes me, so they probably won't force me into one, right?If that's true, how awesome is that?!
After seeing how beautiful my mom is, I bet I got at least half of her looks, right? So, I'm feeling pretty optimistic.
Is this some kind of reward for all the hard times I had in my past life?
Are you finally cutting me some slack?
Looking up at the ceiling and thinking about the sky, I wondered.
If that's the case, I wanna say thanks. I'm not gonna waste this chance; I'm gonna live the life I always wanted.