The veil of rebirth
Chapter one
A rhythmic thumping awoke me from my slumber, and groggily I tried to open my eyes. A sense of panic shot through me as I realised I couldn't. I tried to wake myself up further but because of this comforting warmth that was surrounding me, I couldn't wake myself up from this near-awake state.
This cycle repeated itself for what felt like months. At times I would hear soft sounds far away as if I was in a bubble.
I hear a soft woman's voice far away, after months of hearing that same voice it became a comfort to me. When suddenly one day the rhythmic thumping that had been a constant became louder and more frantic I could feel myself moving. The soft voice that I heard every day was becoming increasingly more panicked. Because of this, I was feeling more and more distressed. What was happening to me? I never used to be so easily influenced by other people's emotions.
Not long after it felt like the walls were closing in on me, I had never experienced such a claustrophobic feeling in my life. It was like I was getting squeezed out by the universe. But low and behold the moment I felt the cold air hitting my body, and a woman's screams entering my ears. I let out a piercing wail everything was too much.
So looking back on this moment it should've been obvious that I was in the middle of birth. But to be completely honest who would've ever expected to remember being born? for a second time and remember it too.
These past few months weren't something I would've ever expected to remember. I was an actual weak and helpless infant who could do no more than cry for basic human needs. It was humiliating, to say the least. I realised that being a baby is not easy. The small things in life can be so overwhelming and unpleasant.
But back to the present, I'm a few months old now, and I can already babble a bit. and yes that is a note-worthy achievement these days. Sigh.
But besides that, the craziest thing about this whole experience is that I was reborn into the past. The woman's voice that I heard which I now realise is my mother had this vintage style, actually everything around us had a vintage style the nursery, the toys. By now you might have realised that so far the only one that I've talked about is my mother that is because she is the only one that I've seen so far. I vaguely remember a bearded man showing up when I was supposed to be asleep but I can't be sure. And of course, I can't forget about that little cretin that tries to get into my room to talk to my mother, with emphasis on "my''! If there is one thing that ruins my peaceful rebirth days it's that annoying little twat that keeps slobbering all over me when trying to extort my mother out of some silly things like candy. As if she would fall for that fake act of affection. But of course, my mother is the nicest woman there is and indulges the thing. Moving on from that much needed rant, it is awfully boring not being able to talk anymore.
This morning my mother woke me up by saying "Good morning darling, I can't believe it has been 9 moon cycles already since our family has been blessed with our little star'' while rubbing her nose along my chubby cheeks. ''Today we can finally bestow you with a name, I've already picked the perfect little dress for your ceremony.''
Yeah, my mother has the weird habit of rubbing her nose or wrists against my skin all the time. Honestly, no clue as to why that is. But hold up ceremony? What is happening, and why did it take so long for me to get an actual name? Now that I'm looking out the window, I can see the moon staring back? It's nighttime, why would Mother wake me up at this time?
"Aww, you look so adorable with your little eyebrow scrunched together like that darling'' She cooed.
Hello, a little more detail would be appreciated you know.
She started to get me dressed in what looked like white robes with little flowers dotted all over. It was quite adorable actually. After that, she put this mini flower crown on top of my head after braiding my suspiciously long hair. It was strange sometimes I felt like I was reborn in a different world than before, but I guess it's just cultural differences. In my past life, I've never really looked at how people in the UK in this era lived, besides the media that originated from there.
While I was thinking Mother was quickly done with getting me ready and was headed towards the woods.
What, why are we headed towards the woods? Now that I'm thinking about it I've been so busy getting used to this new life, that I didn't even realise I haven't been out of the nursery at all. Which is kind of strange seeing how my mother has been sleeping there as well. I'm starting to think I won't be having a father present in this life.
We were almost at a clearing, at this point I could see the moon shining from the top of the sky. The wind was blowing through the trees, creating an eerie sound. The further we walked the more I felt the cold and the moonshine seeping into my skin. My nose was beginning to turn red and I was starting to think that the cloth that my mother wrapped around me would not be enough to keep me warm. I started hearing voices. Mother quickened her pace, there was this group of people all downed in white robes with flower crowns. They seemed to be excited as if something was coming.