It's so dark, what happened to me? Did I die? Or am I in a hospital? Why can't I see anything?Ouch! Why is someone pulling my head? That hurts! Oh its gone.I slowly forced my heavy eyelids open, only to be met with the sight of blurred figures moving through a dimly lit room.what's going on?I felt the sharp sting of a powerful smack, as though a person with huge hands had just struck me from behind.Ouch! Stop that!You pulled my head, and now you're spanking me? Why are these people acting this way? And why can't I see clearly? Someone in the dimly lit room is conversing with the person who spanked me. What language is that? I can't understand it. Is it French? German?Someone in the distance yelled something, and the people around me moved as if they were panicking.Is this a kidnapping?I tried to remember what happened before I passed out, but I can't recall anything.Ugh my head hurtsI can't stop crying because my whole body hurts so badly.Did they torture me or something? Why would they even do that?I tried to feel my nails and teeth by moving my finger and tongue. My fingers are barely moving and everything feels strange; I can't move my tongue properly and I can't feel any teeth in my mouth.I was mortified at this thought so I tried to ask for help but my tongue was numb and I cant say anything so I just cried and cried.At that moment, I felt lukewarm water and large hands touching my skin. It might sound strange, but it feels comforting, and I'm very sleepy. For some reason, I feel incredibly tired and dizzy.oh screw it! I'll figure things out after I wake up.-
I cautiously opened my eyes, waking up after an unknown period of time; even that small movement proves challenging. After much effort, I managed to open them wider and looked at my surroundings; unlike before, my vision has improved a little. Whatever medication they administered is finally wearing off, I guess.
Attempting to glance around, I wanted to lift my head to see better, but it felt heavy, and my neck was stiff and weak, so I just stared at the chandelier, all I see is a candle-lit chandelier adorned with light-reflecting mirrors and crystals, giving it an antique, 16th or late 18th-century appearance.What's going on? Where am I? Why do I hurt all over? And why can't I move? Even my fingers feel numb.I tried to call out to see if anyone was nearby."nyawa" What the hell is going on? My tongue, too, is numb."Wawa," I can't talk?! Alarms rang in my head, and numerous scenarios flooded my mind.What kind of drug did they give me?My train of thought was disrupted when a massive head appeared, staring down at me.I panicked before I even realized it.Is it a Titan?! Why does it look so big?! Am I having some kind of a nightmare right now?!I knew it! I should not have read that manga! Various speculations and thoughts ran through my head until the figure hummed the sweetest melody I've ever heard. That's when her features registered to me clearly, the person who showed up out of nowhere in front of me is a lady with long, golden hair and bright green eyes. She looks like a princess from the fairy tales I enjoyed as a child, and she has a vibe of a Western woman. It almost makes me think that if elves were real, they'd probably look like her."@*,#" I don't understand what the pretty lady said, but she sounds so happy.Oh that means she's not a titan! But wait why does she look so big? Is it natural for Europeans to be this big? For whatever reason, this lovely lady is unnaturally large.I was still pondering as to why she looked so big when she suddenly lifted me up.Wait, wha-My thoughts were interrupted when I saw the room.I was evidently laying in a wooden crib, a fairly large crib with soft bedding and pillows, in a huge bedroom.The room is vast and incredible with porcelain vases and lovely flowers I've never seen before, as well as a massive gold-plated bed draped in silk and fur. Additionally, the woman who is supporting me is clothed in what appears to be expensive fabric with jewels. She's lovely, and despite the lack of accessories, she manages to look elegant and graceful, like a noble in the books and novels I've read.I felt my stomach rumble as I became thrilled and puzzled about everything that was going on while attempting to connect the dots in my head. The woman holding me chuckled and then brought me towards her chest.Uhmm, wait, wait, why are you-Oh its so pink!!I tried to shift my head away from the 'thing,' but it was impossible!"#(#^&@*"I have no idea what you're talking about, lady!She forced me to drink her milk after a futile struggle, and I drank from the pink thing as instinct dictated.Feeling embarrassed, I tried to avoid looking at her by scanning everywhere else. When I glanced down at my body, I saw small, pinkish baby hands and feet. I was shocked for a moment. Then, a sensible idea struck me.Baby feet? Baby hands? I became a baby?!---Time has been passing slower than I thought.It's been a month since I was born, and although I'm still weak, I can move my hands and fingers a bit easier now. I've been spending my days just thinking, and I've come up with some pretty wild but kinda sensible ideas.Maybe I died and got reborn with all my memories. Maybe all that stuff about heaven and hell isn't true. Or... maybe this is some kind of punishment or test.What if I was sent here to atone for something I did in my previous life? But then again, I don't recall doing anything terrible enough to warrant being turned into a baby. Or maybe I'm being given a second chance to live my life differently—a chance to rewrite my fate.Another thought keeps crossing my mind, though: what if this isn't reincarnation at all? What if this is some sort of simulation or experiment? What if the world I thought was real—Earth—wasn't real to begin with? Maybe I'm being studied by beings far beyond my understanding, and my memories are nothing more than data from a past existence.And then there's the wildest idea of them all: what if I'm not the only one? What if there are others like me, adults trapped in infant bodies, scattered across this world? What if we're all part of some grand cosmic plan, destined to meet and uncover the truth together?The questions whirl in my mind, each more absurd and unsettling than the last. But one thing's for sure: this isn't just a normal rebirth. There's a reason I'm here. I just have to figure out what it is before time runs out—if time even works the same way here.For now, all I can do is observe, learn, and bide my time. Because one day, I'll grow strong enough to uncover the truth behind this strange new life.Besides that super hard question, I think I was reborn in the 1800s or something because people are still wearing fancy gowns every day.And guess what? I was born into a rich family! Like, seriously rich—the kind you read about in novels, with a massive mansion, dozens of servants, and enough luxuries to make anyone swoon. So, maybe I'll end up like one of those glamorous ladies in the movies who spend their days looking pretty, sipping tea, and attending fancy parties. Sounds dreamy, doesn't it?Of course, there's the whole arranged marriage thing hanging over my future like a storm cloud, but that's ages away—at least 18 years or so. And from what I've seen so far, my family seems to genuinely like me. My mother's always doting on me, If she loves me this much, there's no way they'd force me into something I don't want, right?I mean, if that's true, how awesome is this new life?! Born into wealth, with a loving family, and a chance to live in luxury? Sure, being a baby again is inconvenient—I mean, not being able to feed myself or even walk is frustrating—but in the grand scheme of things, it's a pretty sweet deal.But then, a small voice in my head whispers: Is it really going to be that simple? I've read enough stories to know there's usually a catch. What if this perfect life comes with a price? What if the wealth and privilege of this family are hiding some dark secret?Still, I can't let myself get too paranoid. For now, I'll enjoy the pampering, the soft blankets, and the endless supply of warm milk. Whatever challenges lie ahead, I'll face them when the time comes. Right now, I'm a baby with a golden spoon in my mouth, and honestly, that's not a bad start.Especially after seeing how beautiful my mom is, I bet I got at least half of her looks, right? With her flawless skin, striking features, and that graceful way she moves, I can only imagine how stunning I'll grow up to be. So yeah, I'm feeling pretty optimistic about this new life.Is this some kind of reward for all the hard times I went through in my past life? Did I finally catch a break after everything I endured?Are you finally cutting me some slack?Looking up at the ornate ceiling, its golden patterns glimmering in the faint light, I let my thoughts wander to the sky beyond it. I wondered if there was someone—or something—out there watching over me. Was this all part of a plan? Was this their way of saying, "Here, take this second chance and make it count"?If that's the case, then I want to say thank you.I'm not going to waste this chance. I'll make the most of it. No more regrets, no more settling for less. I'm going to live the life I always dreamed of—the kind of life I thought was impossible.For the first time in what feels like forever, I feel hopeful. This life may be new and strange, but it's mine. And I can't wait to see where it takes me.