There's an old saying about "the light at the end of the tunnel," which suggests that those near death might gradually awaken in an unfamiliar place, possibly in the form of a newborn.
This is exactly what I'm experiencing. As the realization hits me, I understand that I must have died. I try to recall the events leading up to my death and remember the moment I was assassinated on my throne, a sword piercing my heart. The one detail I can't recall is the assassin's face.
Who was he? Why did he kill me? Although I can't remember him, I know that my actions as a king—rooting out corruption—might have made me enemies. My position made me a target.
As the light grows brighter, I decide to go along with it.
After what seems like an eternity, my vision becomes increasingly blurred, and my only response is to cry. Then, a voice becomes clearer: "Congratulations, your baby is healthy."
I am stunned. "Am I... reborn?" I think in disbelief.
As my vision clears, I see the figures before me—my new parents. The man is strong and muscular, while the woman is beautiful. "What a perfect couple," I think, feeling a twinge of envy.
The setting appears to be a hospital, but the clothes worn by my parents and the doctor are odd. They seem outdated compared to the modern attire I remember.
I am astonished to find that I have been reincarnated into a new body.
Days pass as I am confined indoors, missing the sunlight. Eventually, my mother takes me outside. We interact with others, buy food, and explore, but everything feels strange. The clothing people wear looks like it belongs to a medieval era. Did I somehow travel back in time? And why are people carrying old-fashioned weapons?
As we climb a mountain, the population decreases, and I see something unbelievable—a floating island.
At the summit, my mother catches her breath while I am left in utter shock.
"A floating island?" I think, trying to grasp the reality of this astonishing new world.