1 Prologue

The core finally cools into a white dwarf, a circular ball of white cloth—like smoke... then threads of the smoke turn black—ebony of death. Fumes started to scatter shreds of smog and light. I can feel my body, my energy, and my own soul slowly vanish into thin air.

I died.

Just like the million deaths I have had. Dying is just a normal process. A cycle. A continuous curse I have yet to bear.

It felt like my end was just around the corner. I shall go out of sight in the clouds. Nobody will shed a tear. The breeze does not carry any accents or lamentations with it. The only thing that I can hear are the hums of space.

I am a star. A star that dies every fifty years.

A falling star.

A falling star that could grant every being's wish. It happens just like the normal way. I will be reborn as a falling star. Then and again.

Men are born to die; and so as stars. We explode to fall and live and grant a special wish that may be small or maybe too big that could even be larger than life.

Now I can feel my body wrapped with a luminous cloth. The warmth of a stellar embryo touching my skin. I feel every single ray of light kissing my face. This is how I am born. The gentle feeling I wish could last a lifetime.

But.

That feeling of comfort only lasts for a short period of time. As the stellar core moves closer to the ground, I feel the sudden pull of gravity. I smell the ocean, the trees, the nectars, and honey. Life. Life calls me. It calls for my blood. It whispers my death...

Again.

I was able to feel the loud explosion that generated a blinding light at the same time that I felt the loud collapse of the note that contained me while I was still in the womb. I happened to land on a beach. As the breeze from the water brushes over my skin, I can smell the briny air.

The fire that had been spreading from the note's broken womb died out over the course of time. Nobody else was around to see that occurrence except for the full moon. I did it cautiously but eventually unfolded the heavy cloth of light. After my rebirth, I have no idea who I am anymore. I have no recollection of who I was in any of my previous life.

On the other hand, my brain will, as it always does, gradually forget who I am. Because I was born into this world, the only memories I have are the ones that I have made here. I am a man, yet I have the memory of a newborn.

Who am I? Who am I? Where am I? My brain starts asking.

Nonstop.

From then on, I realized, that I was no one.

No one.