As the defining bright light cover the view we see a body of a person folting in it there face covered by the bright light.the person looks at peace like wanting this moment to come.
As they see the Darkness of death.
As Caled felt the feeling of death.
But then The blinding light enveloped Caled as he floated, his face obscured by its intensity. For a moment, he felt at peace, almost as if he had been waiting for this moment—waiting for the darkness of death to finally claim him. It was then that the chirping of birds reached his ears.
"Is that... the sound of birds?" Caled thought, confused. He tried to open his eyes, but they felt heavy, as if they were being forcefully shut.
Determined, he tried again, pushing through the resistance. Slowly, he managed to open them. But what he saw wasn't what he expected.
"Hah… a roof?" he muttered under his breath.
Above him was a wooden ceiling. Caled blinked, still trying to make sense of his surroundings. "Am I not dead? Is this what the afterlife looks like?" His thoughts raced.
He shifted slightly and was immediately blinded by the intense light streaming through a nearby window.
"Ouch… Why is the light so bright? I can't see a thing," he thought, squinting as he looked toward the window. It was a wooden frame, but nothing about it suggested this was the afterlife.
As he tried to make sense of the situation, a sudden sound interrupted him: the cry of a baby. Startled, Caled froze.
"A baby?" he thought, his heart pounding. He scanned the room, looking for the source of the sound. That's when he noticed the strange wooden structures around him—cradles.
"Hah, what are those things?" he muttered to himself. The shapes confused him even more. His head spun, trying to understand what was happening.
He looked down at his hands, and his stomach dropped. They were small—tiny, like a baby's.
He was momentarily shocked, his mind struggling to piece everything together. Then, a sudden realization hit him.
"If this is a baby's cradle… and I'm in it…" Caled whispered to himself.
He glanced toward a small dressing mirror near the cradle. Crawling toward it with newfound urgency, he finally saw his reflection.
"This can't be…" he whispered, his voice barely audible.
The face staring back at him was not his twenty-year-old self. It was the face of a baby.
He sees a black haired red eye. Mybe some where near 2 to 3 month year old baby.