As the sun set, the sky went into a mirage of pink and orange, the clouds as fluffy as ever; the people bussing up and down the street with murmurs and chatters. In an alleyway, where there was a pile of rubbish as steep as a mountain slope and as filthy as sewerage, a fat triple-chinned man with stubble across his face wearing a stained vest and obvious undersized pants lay.
He sighed to himself,
"If only... if only I could restart life, I wouldn't make the same mistakes I did now."
"Perhaps I would actually try to get strong and protect people."
"A- And I would actually try to get smart!"
In that moment his eyes gleamed white, he saw a spectrum of colours around him; a strange white figure who had an omnipotent, immortal aura to him moaned,
"man it's boring being a god nowadays, no one interesting to look over."
"You said you wanted a do-over of life right?"
The fat man quivered as tiny shivers erupted into his knees forcing him to collapse to the ground.