THE TRANSMIGRATION BEFORE DEATH

He fell, but he did not die.

At least, not in the way he expected.

The world he hated spat him out into another, a place where the sky bleeds, where gods are fractured, and where names weigh heavier than lives.

Here, he is someone else.

Someone cursed.

Someone forgotten.

Yet in the ruins of memory and the echo of laughter that was never his, a strange truth coils:

that death is not an ending,

but a beginning far crueler.

A book without pages.

A family without love.

A body that doesn’t belong to him,

and a voice in the dark that whispers of eternity.