Well, I suppose even in a mundane life, something eventful occurs every now and then. Otherwise, wouldn't it be exceptional instead of mundane? Even if it was only exceptionally uneventful.
After all, what are the odds that nothing happens in someone's life throughout their entire lives.
But even then, what happened to me this time should be considered odd, even for someone with an exciting life. Much less my mundane one.
A couple of months after the voice went away. To the point that I had almost forgotten they existed.
The voice came back, and it only said two words.
"I see."
The voice boomed in my head blinding me. I couldn't hear anything, see anything, or think about anything. It hurt.
It hurt more than anything I had ever experienced in my life.
I think I passed out at some point, and when I woke up, it wasn't where I fell.
I awoke to a straw roof, leaking dibbles of water, and reeking of rot.
I awoke to a body full of aches and pains, full of wrinkles and creases.
I awoke to an unfamiliar land. One of mystery and marvel. Where there was no mundane.
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An elderly man walked out of a ratchet old straw hut. He looked up and looked back down.
This elder, was the youth Di Tou, who had transmigrated, not in a stroke of luck, but due to an answer that had piqued the interest of a powerful entity.
Di Tou slowly looked around, grimacing as he did so to the aches and pains he felt in his bones. His eyes were vacant, seemingly staring into the distance. He gazed over the desolate location he had woke up in...
And then promptly hobbled back into the hut, lay down again on the mess of straw that he had woken up in, and went to sleep.
A few hours later he awoke to the same aches and pains he had awoken to earlier, and only then did it register to him, this was no dream. This was reality.