I woke up.
No, the word 'Born' will describe it better. I felt as if i were new to this world even though I was always living in it, It felt as if I never knew anything about anything.
"You lost, This is your life now." I suddenly heard this but with no voice it was almost like I had heard a thought of mine in my own mind.
No, I think it was a memory.
A memory I had forgotten.
Wait, I don't even know anything except this dialogue. Does that mean I have forgotten everything and only remember this?
If such is the case, Why do I only seem to remember this one? Is it important to me or something?
Now i go deep into this, This is not that I am born now. It's that I have been killed and reborn.
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Let me state this first, this is not an "I got killed and reincarnated into this mysterious world and became friends with a level 100 on my first day and my goal is to become the strongest."
That was way too much. Not gonna lie, this is an fine title.
Anyways, Now the readers may think that how do I know about this? Can I predict or see future? No, i can't.
The answer is that in the world I have been "Reborn" into isn't a actually a new world. I felt a connection to it for no reason (maybe there is a reason but since I forgot everything i don't know) and this might be the same old world i was living in before getting killed.
I didn't sucide and it's not that I am just guessing but i actually somehow have memory of me getting killed by someone, being shot 42 arrows.
Yeah i guess I was deeply hated by some king to get killed by 42 arrows.
I don't know what time was it nor the day nor the month nor the year. Matter of fact I don't even know what era I was living in (lol) and guessed that it was a king because no one would use a bow or crossbow in modern era to kill someone with 42 arrows, machine guns would be great.
Why did I use the word "lol" when I have never heard such word in my entire life.
That's another mystery.
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Anyways, if it were the same old world shouldn't I try finding my town first and ask who am I?
Well, it isn't a living world i was reincarnated into, Rather a quite one.
It was all white like milk.
Colourless which felt too unreal.
From top to bottom.
From left to right.
It seemed everywhere was a white wall which I couldn't know where.
If it weren't for the shattered mirrors, I would not know where the world started and where it ended.
It didn't start or end though.
It was almost like a infinite globe with no beginning, middle and end.
But it wasn't completely empy.
There were many Shattered Mirrors floating in everywhere with a distance of 10 feet both horizontally and vertically.
They were not really accurate though, some were hardly 8 foot further then the others and some were more then 11 foot further.
The mirrors itself was hardly 6-7 inches each and just as their distances, they were different from the other in size.
They were not "Mirrors" exactly since i couldn't see my reflection in them from any direction, Instead I could see something bizzare.
Memories.
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I was seeing the moments which I liked the most in the mirrors as thumbnails, i didn't knew if I could touch them.
Matter of fact, i was already touching them, where I was floating (Actually there were not anything to stand on and the mirrors and I were floating from the start) and my feet was actually touching one, but when I took a look at my feet it was phasing through the mirror without any problem.
Was this my special ability? I could phase through anything? THAT'S AWESOME...
I took a moment to realise that this was not my special ability at all but I had entered heaven.
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It took me a lot of time to realise this but since I was killed, I went to heaven.
That was not all though.
I physically was not there.
I might look high but there wasn't a body which were floating, It looked like my Soul was floating. I was fully transparent.
When I saw my feet, It wasn't as if I saw flesh there. I just felt that it was my feet. Something like an outline made me find my feet.
I am pretty sure that that my eyes were not there like a horror movie showing ghosts.
I didn't knew how I was seeing anything or If I could listen anything.
Ofcourse if there were a second person, he could not look at me and could not find me.
Wait-
What if there's already another human here who I could not see?
"IS ANYONE HERE?" I screamed making it as loud as someone from a mile away could listen easily (that is obviously just a line to make myself look cool, i didn't actually make a scream that loud).
No one made a sound.
Should I say no-one was there except me? Then why was I there?
Well, I found out that I could hear words because I heard my own scream.
But.
Was this really what heaven looked like? This is so boring, Where are the angels?
Wait, don't tell me. Did I become an angel after death?
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After some time, I looked at the mirrors again (accepting i have become an angel myself since there were no other choice) and saw that the people in the thumbnail made me remember those moments, just by looking at them made me remember the whole incident associated with them.
I could remember everything about the moment by just looking the shattered mirror.
Every mirror contained different memories.
I kept looking at different memories and it was with different people each time.
Like there was a mirror showing my 2 friends and me celebrating my 19th birthday.
Another one showed me getting chased by a bulldog... Yeah I must be naughty to be annoying a bulldog.
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Now the question is, why was I shown these memories?
It might sound odd but all the people i was seeing in the thumbnails of the shattered mirrors, all the memories i was remembering and everything about the "Me" was not me.
It was not me who had made these memories when I was alive, It was not my friends that were in the thumbnails, it was not me who I was calling the "Me".
The reader might think that I was simply denying the fact because I had forgotten everything (Which I did), but i didn't feel anything special like I did when I was remembering how I died.
Another reason it is not me is that every mirror contains a different person everytime and a different "Me".
Even thought i remembered everything about someone's life just by looking at their respective mirror thumbnail, It wasn't me.
Even if i became an angel after death and this is what heaven looked like, Shouldn't i be seeing my memories created by me and why was i remembering other's life which i never knew existed?
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As I was thinking every possible reason I should be here, I wandered through the 'Mirror world' in thought and had come way further then where I had reborned.
Suddenly, I saw an mirror with a rather bizzare thumbnail. It was attractive somehow.
The thumbnail showed a guy running with a handbag for women (probably a theif). It looked like a modern type of handbag. It was an crowded market like the ones you see in movies as chinese market for middle class people.
It was not something special in particular, Infact I had seen way better thumbnails before already. For example - There was a thumbnail where it looked like an wizard was casting a spell on his surroundings to create a invisible barrier around him and his party (which were around 3-4 people). By looking at the background, it looked like it was in the medivals era.
Even though I don't remember living in the medival era or any fantasy world where wizards were common.
Well if i go in depth of it then it seemed like somehow there were memories of future and past eras which I had never even thought of.
I thought reincarnating into an empty world which had mirrors where I could see memories of other's was the max. But somehow I had encountered something even more strange, I was seeing the memories of people who lived in past and future.
It's not like I had used an time travel machine before death and had experienced the eras myself since I could have not travelled in every era that existed.
It's also that if i had an time machine in my past life, why would I not use it to escape my death? I don't think I was an genius before but this is common sense.
Anyways, Coming back to where I was.
The thumbnail I was talking about that intrested me was infront of me.
It didn't even look good as a memory but I just felt an connection around it, it was like I was familiar with the setting or people.
Not like I had experienced it since every memory here was someone else's. But still, I could feel a connection to it.
I floated around it seeing every detail that I could.
I found nothing new in it.
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After looking at the mirror for quite some time, I just wanted to go inside the mirror. I had remembered everything about the memory itself in couple seconds.
The person (whose memory it was) was an policewoman. That's how much i remembered about the person since I didn't see myself in any mirror (an actual mirror that reflects) in that memory, I could not confirm how she looked.
The memory was of her trying to catch a theif who stole the hangbag from an old lady. In the end, she caught the theif by running behind him for 40-50 seconds and 2-3 turns in different streets. He was caught because the policewoman was fast and she started running behind him as soon as she noticed him.
Nothing special.
But that made it more bizzare. if it was this short and boring, why was I tempted to go inside the mirror?
It was like I was being called by the mirror like ,"Hey, come look inside me".
Even though it was lifeless.