Then, all of a sudden—my soul gets yanked, and I'm flying into another damn universe.
The motion was violent, but all I felt was a single tug. A grip on something deeper—my core. It's like someone reached inside me and touched my very being.
When it touched my soul, it saw everything. My life laid bare before something greater—something watching, judging.
Then, I stopped. My soul settled into what feels like an abyss.
Almost like space… but not. No stars. No planets. Just endless darkness. And somehow, I could still see. See what, you may ask? I have no idea.
It's not like being stuck in a dark room, more like being outside at night, except no streetlights, or cars passing by. It is neither hot nor cold, it feels as if there is no temperature.
It's strange—doing something you know shouldn't be possible. My… eyes? Whatever they are adjusted little by little until I realize I'm looking down. Down. I say down, but is it even down? Like it's not like I have feet. How do I know what is down? My brain hurts.
Below me is a world. Yes, I'm going with below. It's easier. Honestly, it looks just like Earth from orbit. Feels like I could probably cup it in my hand from where I'm floating.
But something's off—there's no sun. No light source at all. How do they even have night and day? Do they not? Do they just live under a starless sky?
Then I notice something.
Far off in the distance—another planet. It is a mirror of the other world, same land masses to oceans, but drained of color, bleak and cold. The two worlds orbit one another, separated by some invisible wall.
The gray planet—the shadow one—is edging closer. Slowly breaking through the barrier. It seems, at any moment the barrier will shatter, unleashing the dark world on the other.
Up here in the Abyss, the view is godlike. It feels like I can see everything. It feels like I can control everything.
That feeling doesn't last long. The moment I start to revel in it, my soul gets yanked again—pulled straight down through that unseen wall. A very clear message follows, struck deep into my very being: Don't get cocky, mortal.
My soul shakes. Just the voice of this abyssal god is enough to shake my soul to the very core.
As I cross through the wall, something clicks into place. The void I was just in—the endless dark—is called the Abyss. It surrounds all things, its purpose simple and terrifying: balance.
The sheer power of that truth makes my soul tremble. I was stupid to think myself anything but small. I was granted mercy just to witness this.
With that, a new scene unfolds before me—a proper solar system. The sun burns bright. Stars glitter in the distance.
That's when it hits me: I shouldn't be able to see any of this. I don't even have a body. Like what the fuck. I don't have eyes. And I've been looking around like an idiot. Do I have like a panoramic camera or somn attached to my soul? Like I'm freakin' out here.
Somehow, I can almost feel the Abyss rolling its eyes at me.
I glance back toward the gray planet—it's utterly dark. No sun. No stars. Nothing. Completely the opposite from the brilliant galaxy of the other.
Its ground is ashen, its waters black, a world shaped from pure emptiness. Its name forms in my mind—Oblivion.
And then another word follows—Life. The name of the brighter twin.
Both linger in my thoughts. I know I've heard them before… but the memory remains just out of reach.
The scene humbles me. I remember my life—how I used to think I could endure anything. That I was in control. That no matter what, I could make it.
But no. I had no control over what happened.
I couldn't choose my fate. I got sick—and died.
My story ended as a street urchin. Nothing more, nothing less.
Now, I'm nothing but a pawn in a god's hands, sent to another world. This is my fate now—to do whatever that god wants of me.
And yet… when I think about it, I can't help but feel grateful.
I've been given another chance at life. So why not make the most of it? Even if I'm a plaything for a god, that doesn't mean I can't live fully.
Maybe this is my chance—to build the bonds I never had before, to enjoy each day like it actually matters.
That's what I'll do. I'll go as far as I can—then push even further.
Maybe I'll end up the villain. Maybe people won't like me. But as long as I can live happily, surrounded by a few people I can trust—people I can lean on—that'll be enough.
I'm going to play this game, but you better believe I'm going to enjoy it. Win it, even. No matter the cost.
I take a step towards the world. No. I don't step. I like to weirdly push my soul forward and float. I feel stupid. Abyss laughs, and gives me a small push on the back, sending me shooting toward Life.
I take in the sights of Life, but I honestly can't see much, as I am hurtling towards my location with a hastening speed. I notice the large mountains, bustling cities, and vast oceans.
I get closer and closer to the ground, to what looks to be like a mansion.
Bet. I'm boutta live my best life in this mansion. My soul zooms forward so fast, I can't even see whose body I go into. I black out.
When I wake up, I feel a weird sensation throughout my newly uncomfortable body—like my body isn't big enough for my soul. It hurts a bit, but after some breathing the pain settles down.
Curiously, I raise my hands in front of my eyes, and to my shock, they're tiny.
I have reincarnated into the body of a child. Yay.