Gael Cairo (1)

At that time, I felt like I was sleeping peacefully somewhere.

The air was nice, the atmosphere was calming.

But at the same time, I felt like I was actually still awake.

Everything was blurry and hazy as it was hard to catch sight around me.

The only thing that I could recognize was small hands.

The small hands that belonged to me when I was younger.

(Is this... A dream?)

From that point, I realized that I was in my own world.

My first life.

The music that was played in the corners by many radio and advisement, the sounds of cars beeping and the strolling of bikes, and the TV news that is currently streaming.

All of them seem familiar.

Even for myself.

When I turned my head, I noticed a mirror hanging on a wall around my height beside me.

A mirror that reflects my appearance when I was still living in my first life.

My appearance was indeed different.

There weren't the usual pale blonde hair and aquamarine eyes that I have now.