[Introspection into a fantasy world]

The night was at its peak, covering the vast grounds in darkness; illuminating among the cursed paths, the lunar light, bringing light to helplessness.

Occasional fireflies, few hearts moved.

Time in which the beasts were exposed, just as the heavenly warehouse did.

Wolves praying to the moon, without beliefs or intelligence.

Gigantic chain of events that happened during the midnight hour, without needing to be exposed to the common spectator or the unbeliever.

Captivating trap, capable of deceiving the gullible, as a woman does with her faithful lover.

Federick was preparing to sleep after a busy day. His actions during the day had not been planned, but had unfolded naturally.

Although he still did not understand the reprimand received from his grandfather, since he had assumed it in that direction.

Address that got out of hand...

'Should we name him Angeline or Jazmín?' Federick asked himself humorously, remembering the cyclones of his previous world.

But before closing his eyes, he took his respective glass of water; while he watched the stars that shimmered in the open evening sky.

I didn't have a special thought, just enjoy the cool breeze.

And from one moment to the next, he was already in his bed. Covering herself with a light blanket, she enjoyed the hygienic and comfortable feeling.

Putting his grandfather's promise to discuss the event the next day behind his thoughts, he prepared to sleep.

Thus, he closed his eyes.

...

At one point in the night, the atmosphere was silent; It was early morning and the fireflies were roaming around.

Like the work of a deity, the trees granted affectionate caresses, permeating the exterior in a light hiss.

"I'm pissed off!"

Nobody listened.

"Damn, a reptilian is taking me!"

Silence.

"I hope she has a nice pair of tits, at least!"

Crickets, crickets.

But with a thought, he was restored.

It was Federick, who floated without reason or knowledge. Defying gravity, he remained above the air, unaware of the "why."

But he quickly realized his condition, as he observed how his original body remained serenely on his bed.

'Astral travel?' He questioned himself with doubt.

He had experienced them in his past life, although not continuously.

A one-time act, divided into years. He had never been interested in, nor was he curious about, the mysteries that surrounded him.

But here, he was equally caught off guard. Its transparent form, being immaterial.

He remained for a moment observing its material form; He didn't glorify himself, but even he was surprised by his skin.

'If I'm not a classist, I would be humiliating this specimen.' Federick reflected.

But he finally decided to discover what lay ahead for him beyond the walls that kept him captive.

Beyond it it was common; without counting how he had crossed the ceiling...

The darkness was pulsating, abundant in wide ranges; especially in the open fields of the Battlemman establishment.

Its immateriality was strange to him, but familiar; a fact that he downplayed, thinking about his death.

'Infinity of things, infinity of oddities... I suppose I should feel disturbed.'

Calmly, he decided to become natural with the fact of floating, heading without direction; ironic.

I didn't have many thoughts about it, other than living the experience; I wasn't going to spy on a family's privacy or snoop on forbidden knowledge...

"This is strange... My body is naturally spiritual, but I never had any supernatural experience." Federick thought, talking to himself about the Cathedral.

"This is... Too concrete. Is this a dream?" Federick wondered in disbelief.

But like the act of a deity, the answer came to him instantly as if it were the result of a pilgrimage.

Above it, covering the ancient star scene, a giant hole stood undisturbed.

As if it were a phenomenon taken from a science fiction book.

Who strangely slowly attracted the only figure present.

Who started insulting.

Struggle.

It didn't work.

He was subjugated and sucked under the empirical force demonstrated by the giant hole.

"Shit".

...

Federick's figure was guided through the interior of the hole, without any control over his free will.

'Why does this remind me of something?'

Where he underwent countless transformations, alternating into different versions of himself; treated like pastille by the hands and underdeveloped mind of an infant.

Unexplainable pain, which he had to endure without saying a word; He had no voice, no mouth, no intention.

Different emotional states washed over him, different visions replaying in microseconds through his mind.

The pain deep into his bones never stopped, his suffering constantly increasing.

The darkness alternated, reality without being constant.

Passing through mucus of unknown origin, he was reborn between the living and the dead.

"Consider it the retributions of your past acts. Heavenly karma acting, eroding and cleansing it, in a perpetual transformation."

Federick's surroundings quickly changed, being replaced by a very different one.

The mist rose to what he recognized as his ankles, with giant roots beneath them.

His mind was confused, his head being covered by light garments of clouds.

On an ordinary tree, but transparent in color, a strange winged creature perched.

It was there when he observed the sky, where the old hole of unknown origin and the original stars no longer appeared.

"Can a heaven maintain the quality of eternity?" He expressed surprise, and even disbelief.