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Chapter 1: Awakening

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  Chapter 1: Awakening

  Darkness. Then light. Blinding, overwhelming light.

  My first conscious thought was that something had gone terribly wrong. The light stabbed at my eyes, and I couldn't seem to focus on anything. Everything was a blur of colors and shapes, shifting and pulsing with unnerving intensity.

  Am I in a hospital? The thought drifted through my mind. The last thing I remembered was... what? My memories felt intact but distant, like books on a high shelf I couldn't quite reach. I had been... at work? Walking home? The specifics hovered just beyond my grasp.

  I tried to move, to shield my eyes from the harsh light, but my arm wouldn't respond properly. In fact, nothing would. Panic surged through me as I realized I couldn't control my body.

  Paralyzed? Drugged? I attempted to speak, to call for help, but my mouth wouldn't form words. Instead, what emerged was a high-pitched wail that startled even me.

  Giant hands suddenly descended from above, wrapping around my body and lifting me. The sensation was terrifying. I was being handled like a small object. My perspective shifted as I was raised, and I caught a glimpse of a woman's face, enormous and looming over me. She was speaking, her voice soothing but her words incomprehensible.

  Why is she so big? Why can't I understand her?

  The panic intensified as a horrifying possibility began to take shape in my mind. I focused all my effort on my hands, trying to see them, to confirm or deny my growing suspicion. When I finally managed to bring them into my blurry field of vision, the sight confirmed my fears.

  Tiny. Pink. Wrinkled. Infant hands.

  No. That's not possible.

  But as the woman my mother? cradled me against her chest, the evidence became undeniable. The proportions, my lack of motor control, the overwhelming sensations, the warped perception…I wasn't injured or drugged.

  I had been reborn as a baby.

  The next several hours passed in a blur of confusion, sensory overload, and existential panic. I drifted in and out of consciousness, my infant brain seemingly unable to process my adult thoughts for extended periods. Each time I woke, the reality of my situation crashed over me anew.

  I was in a small room with wooden walls and sparse furnishings. Traditional Japanese in style, from what I could tell with my limited vision. The woman who had held me remained close, sometimes joined by a man I assumed was my father in this new life. They spoke in what sounded like Japanese, though I couldn't understand the words.

  I tried to focus, to make sense of my situation, but my thoughts kept slipping away like water through cupped hands. The disconnect between my mind and body was profoundly disturbing. I wanted to scream, to demand explanations, but I could only produce infant cries that brought the woman hurrying to my side.

  There was something else too, something beyond the normal five senses. A subtle awareness that ebbed and flowed around me, particularly when people were near. It was like feeling the warmth of a fire without seeing the flames, or sensing a breeze without feeling it on my skin. It was strongest from the woman and man, pulsing gently beneath their skin in intricate patterns I couldn't quite grasp.

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  When I concentrated on this strange sensation, it seemed to respond, becoming clearer, more defined. The patterns within the adults became more distinct. The woman's was smooth and flowing like water, while the man's was more stable and grounded, like earth. I had no frame of reference for what I was sensing, but it felt fundamental, as if I was perceiving something essential about their very beings.

  During a quiet moment, when the woman had set me down in what appeared to be a simple wooden crib, I tried to explore this new sense further. I focused inward, seeking the same patterns within myself.

  There…a network of tiny channels throughout my body, filled with the same energy I sensed in others. But mine felt different somehow. More adaptable, shifting slightly even as I observed it, sending faint tingles along my fingertips whenever I concentrated deeply. The discovery both fascinated and terrified me. What was this energy? Was this normal for infants in this world, or was I experiencing something unique?

  The concentration exhausted my baby brain, yet I resisted sleep a moment longer, desperately trying to imprint the strange patterns into memory before darkness inevitably took me. As I drifted toward sleep again, fragments of my previous life flickered through my mind…a small apartment, a kitchen with stainless steel counters, the rhythm of a busy dinner service. Logan, I remembered. My name was Logan.

  But not anymore, it seemed.

  Days blended together in a cycle of sleeping, eating, and brief periods of consciousness during which I struggled to piece together my new reality. My vision gradually improved, though everything remained slightly blurry. My hearing sharpened, and I began to distinguish patterns in the language spoken around me.

  The woman my mother called me something that sounded like "Ren" when she spoke to me. Was that my name now? Ren. It felt strange to think of myself that way, but I supposed I would have to adapt.

  My father appeared less frequently, usually in the evenings. From their interactions and the sounds and smells that often accompanied my mother, I deduced that they ran some kind of food establishment, likely a restaurant. The realization triggered memories of my previous life. Prep work in busy kitchens, the organized chaos of dinner service, the satisfaction of a well-executed dish. The familiarity was oddly comforting amid all the disorientation.

  As my awareness grew, so did my ability to sense the strange energy flowing through people. I began to notice subtle differences in how it manifested in various individuals who occasionally visited. Some had reserves as calm and steady as my parents, while others rarer visitors had energy that flowed with greater intensity and purpose, disciplined in a way the others weren't.

  I still couldn't control my body in any meaningful way, but I found I could influence this energy within me to a small degree. When I focused, I could direct it to flow more strongly through certain pathways, creating a warming sensation. The effort always exhausted me quickly, but the small victory gave me hope. If I could learn to control this energy, perhaps it would help me make sense of wherever, or whenever, I now existed.

  One evening, as my mother rocked me to sleep, I managed to stay conscious long enough to hear my father speaking more formally than usual. A visitor had arrived, someone important, judging by my parents' tones. Though I couldn't see them clearly, I sensed their energy immediately. It was different from any I had encountered so far. Larger, more refined, flowing through their body in complex, deliberate patterns.

  My own energy seemed to respond to their presence, shifting and adapting in ways I couldn't control. The sensation wasn't unpleasant, but it was strange, as if my body was learning from mere proximity to this person.

  As the visitor approached to look at me, I caught a glimpse of their face… round, with spiral markings on their cheeks. They smiled down at me, saying something that made my parents laugh nervously.

  I didn't understand the words, but the spiral markings triggered something buried deep in my memories. A fleeting image that slipped away before I could grasp it fully. Something frustratingly close yet inexplicable.

  The effort of trying to remember, combined with the instinctive reaction of my energy to the visitor's presence, overwhelmed my tiny frame. Once again, bitter frustration at my infant body surged through me. As darkness closed in again, one thought lingered:

  Where am I? What is this world?

  My last sensation before sleep claimed me was of the energy within me shifting, adapting, changing in response to what it had encountered. The first step in a transformation I couldn't yet comprehend.

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