The New Life of Richard

Richard finds himself immersed in deep darkness, unable to see, speak, or move. The only sound he can perceive is a distant, almost inaudible heartbeat, as if it were the pulse of a distant heart. In this state of apparent immobility, he experiences a strange sense of comfort and warmth, even in the absence of visual and auditory stimuli.

This darkness envelops him completely, as if he is in a separate world, separated from all the reality he knew until now. Richard remains in this state, trying to understand what is happening around him, while the gentle heartbeat continues to echo in his ears.

It didn't take long for something extraordinary to happen. Richard began to feel a mysterious force pulling him in a specific direction. Gradually, his darkness started to move, as if the surroundings were pushing him in the same direction as the mysterious force. It was as if he was being dragged on an unknown journey, and this sensation was simultaneously frightening and exciting.

At this moment, Richard realized that he was undergoing a transformation, as if he were being reborn into a new life. The darkness began to give way to a dim, diffused light, and the sounds of the distant heartbeat became clearer and more regular. He was about to embark on a journey that would change his life irreversibly.

After going through a suffocating squeeze, Richard's surroundings gradually cleared, revealing an environment he had never imagined before. An inexplicable craving for oxygen hit him, and he longed for his first breath. With effort, Richard opened his eyes.

Around him, rustic wooden walls rose, holding a roof made of thatch, and the floor was simply clay. The room was lit enough for Richard to notice a woman holding him by the arms, and this woman was strangely large.

"Why are you holding me?" Richard tried to speak, but what came out of his mouth was something like "bah" and "Coa." The woman looked at him with a mixture of surprise and relief, as if she didn't expect him to wake up.

Then a robust and strong man took Richard from the woman's arms with a warm smile on his face. He seemed excited and started talking enthusiastically with the woman and another person whom Richard couldn't see clearly. The sounds coming from the man's mouth were in a completely strange language to Richard, something he had never heard before. It wasn't a language that existed on Earth.

Richard felt perplexed and disoriented. Everything around him was so different from the world he knew. He tried to communicate, but the words coming out of his mouth were still incomprehensible to those around him. He felt like a stranger in an unfamiliar place, unable to understand what was happening.

As he watched the man and the woman conversing in their mysterious language, Richard began to wonder how he had come to this place and what had happened after his death. The feeling of being in a new life, of rebirth, became increasingly real to him.

The thought of having reincarnated was pounding in his head. On Earth, Richard spent some time reading stories of this kind; he just couldn't believe that it was happening right now.

The man, smiling warmly, turned and handed Richard to a woman who was sweaty and exhausted lying on a simple bed. Richard noticed that the blankets were stained with blood in the woman's groin area. Richard began to connect the dots. Everything seemed clear now. He had just been born from that woman.

As the woman held the newborn with tenderness, her eyes met Richard's. There was deep love and a mix of joy and exhaustion in her gaze. She stroked Richard's face with gentle fingers and said something in her strange language that sounded like a song to Richard's ears, although he didn't understand the words. He knew that this woman was his mother, the person who brought him into the world.

Richard was amazed to have witnessed the moment of his own birth and the warm reception he had received from his new mother.

From the architecture he had glimpsed so far, he assumed he was in the medieval era. Richard was excited at the idea of being reborn in the medieval period, and crazy ideas, ventures, and inventions were already racing through his mind like a supersonic jet.

"Richard," his new mother calling his name brought him back to reality. This incredible coincidence would make Richard's life easier, as he was already used to his name being Richard. The man Richard presumed to be his father spoke a strange name to Richard and looked at him hopefully, but his new mother called his name again.

"Richard," the man, once a successful businessman and now a newborn, understood that they were probably discussing how to name him. Without wasting time, Richard used all the strength of his tiny newborn body to say anything when his new mother called his name.

The two, the man and the woman, had different reactions to seeing Richard's enthusiasm. His new mother was radiant, while his supposed father had a scowl on his face. Clearly, he was not pleased with the woman winning the naming choice.

The lady in the room spoke a few words to the man, and he let out a sigh and approached the woman lying down, giving her a kiss on the forehead. Then he left the room, leaving Richard alone with his new mother and the lady who had assisted in his birth.

While his new mother held him with the utmost care and tenderness that Richard had ever felt, the lady began to clean the area. It didn't take long for the lady to leave the small room, and Richard stared at the door through which his supposed father and the lady had exited, imagining the world outside, with thousands of scenarios running through his mind.

A soft and warm sensation pulled him from his thoughts. It was his new mother's full breast with milk uncovered and ready to feed him. Richard felt strange, after all, he was an adult man in a newborn's body, but his growling stomach came to dispel any objections from Richard's mind, and he enjoyed the warm and invigorating sensation of his new mother's breast milk.