Chapter Ten: "Birth in a New World"
In the deep darkness that followed the explosion of his world, Azar felt something strange. It was as though his body had shattered and was now beginning to reassemble. He was no longer in that place, the place he thought was the end. All his senses drifted through unseen dimensions, as if his mind were sailing in a sea of unconsciousness. But then, he began to feel something more distinct… a warm sensation. The smell of milk. Soft whispers filled the space around him.
Suddenly, the darkness tore apart. New images exploded before him, overlapping, things he had never seen before. The first thing he felt was a warm breath of air against his body. He wasn't in pain, but instead felt something strange, as if everything was new, as if he were beginning again.
His mind was in total confusion. He felt his body much smaller, lighter, more fragile. And as he focused more, he realized… he was a child. More than that, he was in the infant stage, being cradled in someone else's arms.
There, in front of him, was a woman. She was holding him, enveloping him in warmth that could not be described. Her eyes glistened with love and affection. Her face was unfamiliar to him, but he felt a strange comfort looking at her. In that moment, he experienced a deep sense of peace, as though he had finally found his place in this universe.
"You are here now, Azar." The voice, the same one that had always been in his mind, whispered. It was the same voice, but now calmer, as if carrying some peace. "I have rebirthed you, and you are starting anew. This time, your life will be different."
Azar tried to understand what was happening. He was still in a state of shock, his mind struggling to escape the truth. Was this the dream that had persisted throughout his journey? Or was he in another world, in a new beginning? Had he truly returned to life?
Then came another question… why had he returned? And why was he in the body of a child? What was his purpose in this new world?
But he had no answers, only a deep sense of mystery. His mother's hand gently stroked his hair, her eyes filled with unconditional love. A strange, mysterious feeling filled him, as though his life had just begun.
Then, piece by piece, it began to become clear: Azar had transitioned into another world. But this world was not physical as he had assumed. It was a spiritual world, where souls found their chance for rebirth based on what they had learned from their past journeys.
In this new world, Azar had been granted the opportunity to start anew from the very beginning. He wasn't in the world of shadows, nor in the world of power, nor in any other place he had previously visited. He was in a simpler, purer world, where his life began again as an innocent child, with a completely new mind. But there was one thing that weighed on his heart… he constantly wondered: Is this really a new beginning?
As his mother cradled him and whispered soothing words of love, Azar felt something deep in his heart. Was this his new life? Or was everything part of an endless cycle? His mind began to question where he would go from here, and how his life would unfold in this new world.
But then, he felt something greater. Something he couldn't explain yet. His new life lay before him, but his soul knew there was something significant awaiting him. What it would be and how it would unfold, he didn't know, but a strange feeling and deep calm overtook him as he felt his mother pull him to her chest.
In that moment, he realized something else. This was a new beginning, but within him, his old questions still remained, and they weren't finished yet.