《Direction and Magnitude》1 Metempsychosis

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Where am I?

Am I dead?

How did that happen?

My whole life I have never been hurt let alone been in a position to die. Even after countless attempts on my life... What changed?

No one has even been able to touch me if they tried I would just edit the trajectory away from me. When I was a child I could reflect even bullets. Anything I considered even remotely harmful would be automatically blocked. Because of that, only the visible spectrum of light was able to make it through, creating a multitude of hormonal imbalances that resulted in my current albinism. Hell, I was lucky that I let gravity pass through, or else I would have died a lot sooner.

What could have been so powerful that I was not able to block it? Was it some unknown force that didn't obey the laws of physics? Whatever it was, it hit me before I could even tell what it was. I had grown complacent, believing I was untouchable made me less attentive.

Now back to my first question: Where am I?

It's completely dark, I can't feel my body, it's deafeningly silent, and I can't sense any matter or energy around me.

The answer to that question is a resounding… I have no clue.

At this point, I am probably dead. If I wasn't I would be able to sense something around me. But if I am dead why am I still conscious. Is this some form of purgatory? Why am I here? I wonder what is going to happen to me? Will I remain here forever?

Right as I think that I feel my thoughts slipping away.

When I finally come back to my senses I feel enveloped by warmth. I can hear the faint muffled sound of voices. My vision is still black with the faintest hint of red. I am unable to open my eyes or move my body. And when I try to sense my environment it feels like I no longer have any processing power.

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I would be panicking from the claustrophobia but before I can, I feel myself drift away into a deep sleep.

After some unknown amount of time, my deep slumber would be interrupted by the feeling of movement and the environment tightening on me. Soon after I feel as if I'm being pulled and suddenly all my senses are assaulted. I try to open my eyes only to be greeted by bright light, I can barely make out the silhouette of a person before I can no longer take the light hurting my eyes. I am also suddenly able to hear but due to the lack of sound previously, I now feel like someone is running a jackhammer in my head now.

I scream out in pain from the sudden wave of stimulus. When I do, I feel the rush of air to my lungs and even that hurts. I scream like this until my senses finally get adjusted.

Once I stop screaming I feel myself get moved onto something warm. After I calmed down I could feel myself being held and I felt the person's heartbeat.

It finally clicked what had just happened to me… I was just born! And this person is my mother.

Am I the first person to experience this while being aware. If so, I am the only one who truly understands how traumatizing this can be.

I get to experience the embrace of my new mother for a while longer until I start to fade back into unconsciousness from the exhaustion of the whole experience.

After a few days of fading in and out of awareness, I am finally able to open my eyes and see the woman who I will be calling my mother. While my vision was still somewhat blurry I was able to make out most of what she looked like. She was beautiful if I were to guess she would be in her late twenties. Her facial features were perfectly proportioned. Her skin was flawless and smooth as silk. She had deep amber eyes that felt like staring into a vast nebula. Her dark blond hair was kept neatly in a braid that fell behind her shoulder. Sadly from my current point of view, I was only able to see her face, I will be able to get a better look later.

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My mother was rocking me back and forth while singing in a completely foreign language to me. We then came to a stop as she looked up and started speaking to someone outside of my view.

I could hear the person walking over to us and then he finally became visible. Based on the look he gave me and my mother I was able to come to the conclusion that this man was my father.

He was quite handsome. He had blue eyes that were as vast as an ocean and short jet black hair that was slicked back. He appeared to be in his early 30s.

After seeing these two I realize that I may have hit the genetic lottery, the likelihood that I don't have good genetics is pretty slim.

Speaking of genetics… I have no idea what I look like, I guess that will be a surprise that I get to experience later.

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