According to folklore, a person's life flashes before their eyes in the form of a dream before their soul transitions to a new body.
However, my experience was unlike anything I had ever heard before. Instead of seeing my life, I witnessed the life of a young boy through his eyes.
In the dream, I saw a timid child, who despite possessing remarkable power, lacked the courage to use it.
As the dream progressed, the boy found himself in a violent confrontation with an opponent wielding a bloodied axe.
The vivid images of the dream were etched into my memory, as though they were my own experiences. Every detail of the boy's actions felt real as if my soul was merging with his.
The dream was not overly long nor was it brief, yet it felt like an eternity as I experienced every moment of the boy's struggle.
It left me with a sense of unfulfillment and longing as if there was a part of me that was missing, a part that I needed to discover.
