Chapter 2: Re:
"Hey..... what do you think about the supernatural?"
Who... is that?
A familiar voice echoed in the darkness, reverberating in a space that felt both infinite and suffocating. The voice was warm, casual—someone he should know—but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't quite place it. Like a fleeting memory on the tip of his tongue, it slipped further away the more he reached for it.
"Y'know—things that aren't supposed to exist. Ghosts, spirits, reincarnation... stuff like that. What's your take on it?"
Supernatural? Ghosts?
Why would I waste my time thinking about that?
Ghosts and spirits—things that are invisible to the naked eye—were easy to dismiss. If you couldn't see it, touch it, or hear it, wasn't it just another human invention to cope with the unknown? Folktales and superstitions, conjured to explain the inexplicable.
And yet...
Reincarnation.
That word lingered in his mind, stirring something deeper.
What did reincarnation even mean? At its core, it was the belief that when a person dies, their soul doesn't just vanish. Instead, it finds a new vessel, reborn into another life—sometimes human, sometimes animal, depending on whose doctrine you followed. A cycle of birth, death, and rebirth. It's like pressing reset on existence itself.