Part 1. Rebirth.

It was an ordinary winter evening. Despite the time of year, it was warm outside, most likely it was due to the wind, or rather, due to its absence. An endless number of snowflakes spun in an endless dance before falling to the ground. This was especially clearly seen in the illumination of the lanterns, which shone every few meters, their dull yellow color in the pitch darkness gave an incredible atmosphere.

It was already past midnight on the street. It was a rather dark night due to the huge amount of clouds in the sky. And only sometimes in the sky you could see the full moon, in some cases of incredible luck you could see a completely different world through the windows in the clouds. The incredible number of stars in the dark sky gave the impression of another place behind the clouds. Not a small planet in the endless expanses of space, one might even say a speck of dust, but huge endless spaces with unknown worlds and civilizations.

Snow, lying in even layers on the ground, on which more than one trace and a fallen branch could not be seen. It seemed that even a bird did not walk on this snow throughout the whole day. Only on the paths, which were cleared throughout the day, there was a small amount of snow with a few footprints from boots.

It seemed that nothing could destroy this wonderful atmosphere of the night, not some noise, not some dexterous movement could not do anything, even a sharp-sighted casual glance had nothing to cling to.

But there will always be an exception. Even in this moment, there was one place that spoiled the whole moment in the blink of an eye.

A man lying on the ground. Thousands of theories could be thought of as to why he was lying in the middle of the road and staring at the sky with calm eyes, but completely accepting his fate, a color that could not be recognized on this dark night. Maybe he just slipped and then decided to enjoy this quiet night. Or, after a hard day, he decided to lie down and rest before going home, or maybe he didn't have a home at all.

Of course, one could think why he lies in the snow forever, make up various theories from the simplest to the most incredible ones, reaching the point that he could be expelled from another place by a creature similar to a person, but there was no one around to create these theories. Even if anyone was there, he did not need to build assumptions for this.

Under the man, who was lying in a warm-looking coat, a dark liquid was quietly but surely accumulating, and only children with their vision of the world could think that this was something unusual, but it was immediately clear to adults that it was blood.

The man's pale face showed a slight grimace of pain, and the hair adhered to his face due to sweat only gave the man the look of pain. The right hand, firmly pressing the stomach, indicated that the man had been stabbed or even shot. And only heavy, intermittent breathing indicated that the man was still alive.

In the silence of the night, a quiet man's voice was heard, despite the state of its owner.

- Unlucky day. - it was the only thing that came to the man's mind at that moment.

K, too, could have known that today in the park, which he spent almost all his life in order to shorten the path to the house, there would be some maniac or a robber, now he did not really want to think about it, who would stab him for a phone and a couple of thousand in his pocket ... Although situations are different, maybe he needed these couple of thousand. Diseases of loved ones, or maybe it was debts or he got into a situation in which he needed money from some swindlers or bandits.

Sometimes in a person's life a moment can occur in which he has to accept the hardest choice and most likely it was he. Although maybe this man was just a maniac who liked to stab people and rob them. Something he is trying too diligently to justify him. Maybe this is due to the fact that he was on the verge of death or not enough blood in his body, or maybe because of the banal pain?

He knew perfectly well that he would die here. Few people have always walked in this park, and at this time, all the more, there should not be anyone. Only he fell asleep at work, and all sorts of psychos.

Interesting. What do people think about before they die? Something nothing comes to mind except that my death was, one might say, boring? I didn't save the beauty, whom I heard screaming in some alleyway, where they would have stabbed me or wouldn't have saved the child by pushing him out of the car, I wasn't even hit by a truck, as it happens in all manga about rebirth.

Think about God and whether there is a paradise? And is he what I think about. I wonder if there is a heaven with hell. Not when I was not a religious person. I went to church with my relatives a couple of times.

Do I believe in God. No I do not believe. Rather, I think that somewhere in the cosmic void not accessible to human technology and the eye, there is a very powerful being, or even omnipotent who simply does not care about the miserable creatures that appeared in the process of evolution thanks to incredible luck. Maybe I'll end up in purgatory in order to correct my sins and.

I will not say that I am a holy person, everyone has sins, just not everyone admits it. Someone else, and someone for himself.

Thinking about hobbies? There was nothing special that could be remembered at the moment. I went to work, sometimes went in for sports and read a lot of manga. It even somehow becomes sad.

Remember your whole life? Many say that before the face of death, they see everything before her eyes. Something tells me that it was a hoax. Maybe try it yourself? School, college, army, work, not frequent, but still existing meetings with friends. It looks even sadder than my hobbies.

-Ehh. - In the darkness there was another breath, different from the cold ones. This sigh was sadder.

Or maybe it was worth starting a family. Although what my years are, consider my whole life ahead. Was. Parents will cry. This is probably what I will regret most of all. Making your loved ones cry over your death is a trifling act. As they say. There is no greater sadness for parents than outliving their child? I don't remember how to say it, but I think the meaning is clear.

A perfectly normal life, like most people on this planet. So there is nothing to regret.

Could anything have changed in the future? Could I travel around countries and get acquainted with different countries and their cultures, or I could become whatever writer, artist or even musician, although not when I had no ear for music and did not even take a musical instrument in my hands, and then spin in the upper strata of society and experience all the delights of life? Probably no. I strongly doubt that anything would have knocked me out of the routine in which I was mired. If only it wasn't for some extraordinary moment like the one I'm in. But again this, but.

Thoughts begin to intertwine with each other, and I practically do not understand what I am thinking. I'm just trying to think about anything, so as not to lose consciousness and stay in this world a little longer.

With every second the eyes are getting darker, and breathing every second becomes harder and harder. I'm not afraid of death, I just ... I just want to live a little longer. Everyone is afraid to think about what happens after death. Will we disappear, dissolving in the darkness, or will we be reborn into another being or again into a person? Yes. I just want to delay the moment until this unknown.

If my destiny from my very birth until today was to die in such a situation without a day off in this park. Is there such a thing as fate in the world at all? Or maybe all my actions are controlled by gravity, as they say in JoJo. That it was gravity that brought me here that drove me to death.

There were so many things that the man could think about, but he could not notice the moment when his heart stopped pumping blood through his veins and how the lungs stopped demanding air into the body, and his eyes were buried forever. His consciousness, like his thoughts, went into deep darkness, sank into endless darkness. Or is it not?

And only on the following morning, the corpse of a man will be found by a woman who walked on the robot. And he will not be able to see how a woman in a panic will run up to him and try to do at least something. How shocked and at a fast pace she tried to dial the ambulance number and how her fingers missed the numbers several times. And the way the girl's voice, tear-stained with notes of rhinestone, tried to call an ambulance. That in a few minutes an ambulance would arrive and try to give him first aid, and how the doctor would shake his head with doom and say that the man was dead.

In an unknown place

It was warm, warm and incredibly cozy. It felt like I was in the safest place in my entire life.

What happened? I ... what I did before I got here. The last thing I remember is that I was lying and I was in pain, while I felt that my body was getting weaker every second. As if my life was leaving me and I couldn't do anything about it.

Exactly. I died. Now there is definitely no reason to regret and try to fix something, and come up with. Okay.

This is that eternal nothing from which we all come to this, or more precisely, to that mortal world. I saw this place differently. Instead of the cold that should have enveloped all my bones, although now it would be more accurate to say my soul, there was an incredible warmth that was given only to me and that eternal loneliness that frightened everyone after death was not felt, not alone. It felt exactly like something familiar and warm. As if this someone was only with me at the moment and gave everything that was possible. It was incredibly captivating.

This is not how I imagined life after death.

And only now, after a few minutes spent in this place, I heard a strange sound.

Knock-Knock

A sound that repeats at a specific interval. He was heard everywhere and was honored with something familiar, and the only thing that I felt listening to him was this feeling of peace.

After a while listening to this sound, incredibly golden eyes but closed and it was clear that their owner fell asleep. On strange reflexes after the owner of the eyes fell asleep, his body decided to hit with a small foot on the walls of the place where he was.

Elsewhere, there was a hospital room, a beautiful woman with dark hair and with a strange blonde part of hair above her forehead that looked like small wings, which betrayed her a special charm, gently stroked her noticeably protruding belly, which showed that she was pregnant, with a happy smile on face. That unconsciously made her remember the meeting with the man who changed her whole life for the better.