chapter 3 Reincarnation

MC'S POV)......

I won't argue to you that I, as an individual, are sound of mind. Who else could so stubbornly stand in defiance at the will of a divine entity - other than a psychopath.

Religion's conception was posed to explain away that which we can't reason with logic and science: Such as what happens to the human conscious (or what some might call the soul) after the physical body dies. Some believe in an afterlife of sorts, while others believe souls are reused, flowing in a cycle of reincarnation and rebirth.

All I know for certain, is that I reject God's existence, from both realistic and rational perspectives. Any being that could stand by and watch the unfairness of life without inclination to help is unworthy of such a title. A being such as that is more in likeness to a Devil...

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I've been alone in this dark abyss where in every direction I look there is no substance or light to be found. I can't remember how or when I arrived. Confusion and panic originally overcame my psyche while I tried to rack my memories, however nothing could drudge them back - it was as if they simply couldn't be recalled.

I thrashed my body around, discovering it's weightlessness and lack of materialism. I could touch nothing, I felt nothing, not even myself.

Fear and panic completely enveloped me, but fear eventually shifted to acceptance, and in time acceptance became apathy.

I have long since lost my track of time. My sanity's slipping away, little by little, forever being locked away into this eternal, timeless nightmare.

Suspended in this void, memories began to come back slowly. More and more were excavated from the crevasses of my mind.

The incessant nothingness tearing at the fabric of my persona, I wasn't certain if I were real, or if in fact I ever truly 'was'. The memories I found - possibly were never actually mine.

I came to the conclusion that I was not, so therefore I could feel not; My reverse engineered answer to the black abyss whose seemingly always kept me company.

My final living memory was eventually located, playing like a recording. Over and over, in the same torturous and damning cycle.

Hope is an existence that can't survive in a timeless environment. (This is of-course only my opinion. My personal answer after extensive observation and self-reflection.)

Had anyone else had been in this situation, could be fully expected to have attempted prayer, at least before discarding their hope. My pride and understanding, however, wouldn't let me call out to any being that could call themselves a god after the life I lived.

Even my life had been stolen from me by what I am convinced to be certain divine intervention.

'I was struck down in cold blood.'

Any such being who could be called a god, especially after their inaction, logically would have at least refrained from meddling in the affairs of humans - The existence I remembered meeting could not have been a god.

-As those thoughts streamed through my mind, my surroundings blurred and balls of light began streaming from the far edges of visibility.

Shock and wonder spread through me as I noticed the first change in my environment since arrival.

The balls of light jumped around energetically, appearing at the outer reaches of my vision in all conceivable directions. The balls all drawing ever nearer. Slowly but steadily.

'If I had a heart, I'm sure it would have been pounding in anticipation.'

I closed my eyes in resignation.

'Perhaps this is my soul passing on?' I wondered while my eyes clenched shut.

The muscles which strained to keep my eyes shut relaxed as more and more light bled through the eyelids alerting me to the approaching and intensifying light.

"You truly have no faith ?."

My eyes jerked open at the voice, but all that I could observe from the surroundings were the balls of light, still drawing ever nearer. I opened my mouth to speak, but as I did, the balls quickly bolted towards and into my mouth as if it were a vacuum.