Chapter 2: Metamorphosis.

'I remembered Jumping from that Building.' He Muses. 'I wonder if my mutilated corpse disturbs anyone's livelyhood... Oh well...'

His immediate vicinity was just black.

Because it was all dark, all he could see, or rather he could not see at all.

He attempt to move his arms, but it was like trying to lift a water out of a mug without a physical contact—nothing happens to the mug.

It was a little heartbreaking to not be in control of your own body, so—make an attempt to send a signal to different parts of his body.

However, it didn't take long before he realise there was neither a signal nor a destination for that signal to flow in the first place.

He couldn't do anything at all, as all of his subsequent actions faltered before him in a complete blankness.

Perhaps because of his attempted endeavour, he realise the lacked of warmth and the dryness that moistened the air, with the melancholic absence of coldness.

Everything feels like trying to look from your knees, or listen from your foot.

It was impossible to attempt and felt something from somewhere that lacks visual or auditory input.

Was this the accompanied effect of this strangeness?

Why does he felt no emotion such as dread or aloneness either?

The only thing he felt in that moment, and the single thing he could expressed was... 'This is peaceful.'

He was not eager for any stimulation, neither was he greedy for obligation of any kind, 'I wonder if it will last endlessly this time...'

Just as he asks that to himself, something unknown occur, it was sudden as it was unfathomable.

"!!!"

If he were forced to describe what that suddenness was like, he'd compare it to falling from a steep, high altitude inside a shallow dream.

Thus you flinch out in reality, forcing you to awoke.

And just like that, in a snap, the absent sensation of touch, he could feel of it again.

Not only was there a cloth that clung onto his skin, there was a sticky liquid substance that stitch the fishy cloth to clung onto his skin.

All the sensations that were non existent previously...

It was then he realise, there was someone who gently cradled his body onto her cotton like chest, a sensations that he had not experienced ever since...

'This is strange,' he thought. 'Didn't I kill myself?'

Asking himself that, he slowly and manually cracked open his eyelids, which he'd similarly failed not long ago.

What he saw, as lids of his eyes were parted was a facial structure of a gorgeous woman, perhaps of European heritage.

There was a glistening tears flowing down her finely designed face: just witnessing her expression might have one pitied her enough to the extent of crying alongside she.

She has continual appearance of someone who is unwilling to see no more, her eyes were closed.

With the attitude of non caring for any other things, her face closes in smoothly.

She press her lips tightly and fondly upon the his cheek, lingering there for a long moment, she could not care of the stench that he was covered with.

'Disgusting... I hate this smells.' Was the first thing he thought however, 'It's like a fish market.'

The sticky, gooey, almost grimy fluid all across his body was something he disliked severely.

Suddenly, the lady as if she was bewildered by a certain something, flinched back, and cast her gaze around and shouted.

'What language is that?' It was strange, like a mix between anglo-saxon and Mandarin, in any case it was a language which he'd never heard.

The woman, oblivious to the curiousity of the person she'd just kissed, continued her tirade to the surrounding.

Because he was so dissatisfied by the conduct of this lady, he opens his mouth to complain, but all that came out were a weird, incoherent gargles he find to be incredibly annoying.

'Oh, God?! Why must I be punished this way?' He asks himself inwardly.

To his suprise his skin pick up a strange sensation from his side, from an angle he could not see.

From that direction, a masculine voice, perhaps from someone in their early twenties spoke up in response to the woman.

'A funny tongue.'

The said man approach them, apparently.

It was a young man, younger than what his voice might have suggest.

He has a proud face, albeit oily, and marred with tears and snot, he suspected that some might have even gotten inside of his mouth.

It was then the weirdness of the situation truly hammered down unto him.

The woman, who had just given him a kiss rested her hand upon his head, and seems to recite of some thing.

But her arm was immediately seized by the man who could be assumed to be her husband.

Following that, an argument promptly broke out between the two, all of which the baby does not comprehend.

But in the end, like any husbands in the world, he seems to falter, and the woman moved her lips again, and a strange light enveloped him.

'Ooo?'

The sensation was lukewarm, like one might have when they got a sudden goosebumps in winter.

It was also tingling, like an incredibly seductive women was whispering upon his skin, wanting to taste all of his body.

All the while that took place, the presumed father, with a complex facial expression just stared at them quitely.

'Oho?...'

Following that occult/cultist thingy done, unlike the previously heated argument, they speak to one another again, communicating calmly as they did, with a mix of relief and happiness seeping through their words.

Now that the attention was relieved from him, "he" gathered his thought.

He now could see, hear, smell, taste and feel the sensation through his skin.

He immediately try to feel different part of his new body.

Almost instantly, he thought, 'What is this?'

Normally, for humans, if you focus enough, it is plausible to be conscious of the beating of your heart, the blood traveling through your veins, the digestion by your stomach and intestines, your kidney pulsing itself, your muscle retracting and contracting, if only one try, it is possible to be conscious of your organs and body parts doing their job.

And he focus just like that.

'My body is small,' He immediately realise.

He try to feel different parts of his body and organs, which was simple enough.

The structure of his bones and what he remembered from his memory fails to resemble each other.

It didn't suprise him.

Most of them are intertwined intricately, with majority of them even blocking each other, essentially sealing off their flexibility, so they are as good as non existent.

That was also as he expects.

'And this?'

He locate an artery like veins connected all accross his body, which did not deliver any blood or otherwise fluid, and, he could feel that whatever reside inside those vessels are at rest, unmoving.

Just to make sure, he tried to feel the arteries connected to his heart from where blood are scattered across his body, which to be noted was quite a short distance.

And again, he located another blood vessel, smaller and thinner, carrying blood back to his heart

But the veins he found didn't match either type.

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While the baby was figuring himself out, the maid was also blankly trying to figure him out as well.

She thought, 'I should not have chosen this job'

She remembers certain snippets of palace gossips going around, none of them were pretty.

The way the baby in front of her is staring blankly, but intelligently at his parents creep her out.

Her muscles involuntarily quiver and a heavy sweat spilled out from her back.