Phychology

Reincarnation was never something he considered real. Of course, he was free of mind to anyone who wanted to provide sufficient evidence that it was. But for the first 29-years of his life he never once really thought of it as an option. 'You live and you die' it was as simple as that.

That 'Light at the end of the tunnel' farce that people seemed to have etched into their heads after a near-death experience never caught his eye. It just seemed like a nonconceptual excuse to have claimed you met God in one form or another.

He had lived just like anyone else in his life, yet some took the delusional path of believing

In a higher power for the sole sake that they were scared of what lay beyond their decease. Not that he blamed them. Death was an anxiety-inducing concept, And fear was a human's greatest insulator. The only reason he wasn't currently panicking was due to the absence of pure darkness.

He even believed in the concept of a higher life form. But he couldn't bring himself to just believe anyone who claimed to have seen or been related to such a divinity. Not without diagrammatic evidence at least.

Despite that, however, he couldn't help but question a faction of his ideology as he peered at the glaring light just up ahead. Unless this was some type of hallucination he couldn't deny the fact that the marks lined up. Especially considering his circumstance.

'Maybe it's the gates to heaven' he poked at the idea, mocking it in the process. Although he wouldn't mind living in an ideal world, it seemed rather uneventful. Not that he would get in at his current rate of unfaithfulness. Either way, he wouldn't complain if the rumors of his sins being forgiven turned out to be true. They had a lot to cover up.

The journey seemed like it'd take a while. At least looking at the rate of movement he was drifting at. 'Maybe I'm the sin of sloth, would explain the pace' he estimated the journey would take at least a good couple of hours. He had some time to wait. in the meantime he could listen to the harmonica you could mistake for a torture experiment.

'No doubt about it I just got reincarnated' he thought to himself in a slightly sarcastic and German accent.

eventually, however, he found himself at the frontal gates of the dynamic rays. But Instead of finding a chorus of angels awaiting his arrival, however, he found the mass of blurry lines, shapes, and colors that more than secured his theory.

'Did I seriously just reincarnate? Well, shit, I wouldn't have minded meeting Jesus on my road trip here' he had assumed that it was some form of mirage but he definitely wouldn't mind a new life.

Although he couldn't say he had a new life In mind on his bucket list, he definitely wouldn't criticize the notion. New and free experiences were always welcome.

All this didn't disclude the fact that he was now being swarmed with a bitter, and distressing amount of sound if you could call it that. Honestly, it felt closer to that of a terrorist attack than anything else.

And instantaneously by the spacial awareness of his own body, and by the room around him, he knew this wasn't the same world he had grown up in. 'Guess being a noble is out of the question'

To start, this looked a lot less like a hospital and more like an asylum. an abandoned one at that. Now, this was all from the viewpoint of two very blurry eyes, But the walls, if you could even call them that, looked half-dead which he didn't even consider possible considering it was well... A wall.

I couldn't make up my mind on whether to call it an asylum or ruins. It could even pass for a church. Either would work at this point but I was leaning towards the ruins.

The ruins' walls were caressed by dirt, grime, and even some overgrown plants that must've taken generations to build up. However, under all that, he could see a more modern structure at its base. Which already spoke volumes about his current environment.

'Where is this? It's like an ancient modern society'

The moss and plants continued to infect the walls as they fell, eventually halting at the riptide floor. Which was dented and corrupt beyond belief, to the point that it couldn't even be considered the floor, just rocky terrain.

To correspond to such an anomaly the ceiling wasn't even fully formed with a third of it missing with only dust, rubble and a concerning amount of cracks left in its wakes.

And already after only a few seconds of being alive, he was tired. 'Nothing new there' But he attempted to hold that off for the time being if barely. His body was tiny and fragile, and he had just been born.

And while on that train of thought, his body all together felt different, it wasn't anything drastic like fewer eyes and more limbs. But it felt like he could feel his own bloodstream. An odd affix to the body of his first life. Something he'd have to learn to coordinate.

Next, his vision drifted over to a woman that he assumed to be his mother. Who at the current moment was unconscious. incapacitated from the pain, or at least from what he guessed.

She had straight golden pixie hair that reached down towards her chest and reflected the morning light into an even more glamourous aura. He could even bring It so far as to that she was the equivalent of looking at a chorus of angels. Maybe even better. 'Looks like I got good genes' If he had the energy and facial control to grin, he would.

'Do all babies have bad facial control or is that just a distinctive feature to my new world' he was starting to get more and more tired. And forcefully driving it out could only get him so far.

His now mother had thin eyebrows just above her eyelids with an equal vibrancy to that of her hair, and pale, flawless skin that screamed "model" something that she could've easily passed for on his old world had she wished; As there was a luminescent but silky quality to her face. And by his observations she also seemed around her early 20s, maybe late teens. Safe to say he could safely say that his father had a good pair of eyes.

Which brought him to the question, where was his father? Scanning the room, he found no one other than the doctor holding him and his mother in the middle bed. 'Maybe the doctor is my father?' but one glance at him disproved that unstable hypothesis.

The doctor was in his late life, 70s or 80s. I even found myself questioning why he'd still be working. 'Maybe there is no retirement here' It could also be a late retirement in this circumstance. but if you haven't acquired such a thing by his age, when a good portion of your age group was dead, he didn't see any reason to have such a system.

The man wore a pharmacist coat with some variant of a white uniform underneath. He had crazy curly gray hair tied up into a ponytail and gave me a worried smile as I stared back at him with a half suspicious gaze.

This got his questions stirring even faster as he couldn't help but wonder why anyone would go into labor in such a spot. surely your not so poor that you have to result in some type of ancient ruin.

This place couldn't even be considered a house, it was more comparable to an old church for the goddess of earth. But with a tinge of hospital.

My curiosity on the situation was rising, and at an exceeding pace from just a dozen seconds ago. but so was my exhaustion. And as if the telepathic nurse heard my thoughts he wrapped me up in a tight, convenient and comfortable blanket.

Being reborn was never something I had considered, and I couldn't tell if it'd be any better or worse than the first time around. It'll be hard to say. 'Well at least I'm not alone in the universe' whether that was more terrifying than being alone, nobody but time could tell.