??? POV 2/2
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When I woke up after dying so bitterly, I realized I wasn't a gigantic fat fuck anymore.
I was… err…
I glanced at my little hands, these are the hands of a baby.
Then I glanced at my tiny body, my legs…
I am a baby.
I found myself resting over a glorious golden cradle, resting over a comfortable white cushion.
My skin is pale white and smooth.
And I think I might be bald.
But damn… it feels weird to have such a small body.
I try to analyze my surroundings, but my eyes feel sleepy…
But from what… I can tell… I am inside a big… room…
The ceiling is… covered in golden decorations depicting trees and fruits. And there is also… a large painting of… people?
They are people… blonde-haired… Ah… With green and blue eyes…
…Eh?
Pointy ears…?
Ugh…
I can't help but fall asleep before I could even figure out what it was…
