Reincarnation
You come to on cold stone, breath trembling in the dim half‑light. The air tastes ancient, older than the ruins around you, older than the language carved into the walls. Something hums beneath your skin—faint, rhythmic, like a heartbeat that isn’t yours. When you stand, dust lifts in slow spirals, drifting toward you as if drawn by a memory you don’t have. The shadows lean closer. The silence listens. None of it makes sense, yet none of it feels wrong. Outside, the world stretches vast and unfamiliar. Storms gather unnaturally on the horizon. Birds fall quiet when you pass. Strangers stare too long, searching your face for someone they swear they’ve seen before. You don’t know your place in this world. You don’t know why your dreams are filled with impossible landscapes or why your reflection flickers at the edges. But something is waiting for you to remember. And something else is terrified that you will.
About Reincarnation
You come to on cold stone, breath trembling in the dim half‑light. The air tastes ancient, older than the ruins around you, older than the language carved into the walls. Something hums beneath your skin—faint, rhythmic, like a heartbeat that isn’t yours. When you stand, dust lifts in slow spirals, drifting toward you as if drawn by a memory ...Read more