Nothing. Again. Maybe more literally this time.
'...wasn't it "nothing" before?'
This was strange. Earlier, he had been in that white corridor... and now?
'Maybe this is nothing Pro max.'
He had no clue. He couldn't see anything. No Light. No shadows. Just an absence of where sight should have been.
Sound was the same. There was nothing. As though it didn't exist.
He couldn't open his mouth.
Yet, he felt his body. But it felt strange. Weak. His Limbs felt weak and his arms were crossed in front of his chest. His neck was strained in an awkward position, as though he was constantly looking upwards.
He tried to move, but his only feedback was a twitch in his legs. But nothing beyond that. It felt as though they were tightly bound.
A second attempt. This time his arms. Again, they only twitched, but did not move from their position. Fabric pressed into his skin, but the sensation itself felt strange as well.
He was bound. Completely.
'...i can't do anything.'
He couldn't even scream. Despite that, he remained conscious.
Panic rose. He didn't know for how long, but he felt himself desperately attempt to move. But his body garnered no power, and his endeavor remained fruitless.
...
How much time had passed? He didn't know.
But he had calmed down after a while. Fighting back here, didn't seem to help.
And there was another reason. His mind, had pieced something together.
'Consciousness beyond death... You've got to be kidding, i got reincarnated?'
Was he... in a womb? But shouldn't he be in fetus position?
'And why do i feel so strange? I can't feel my eyelids.... scratch that, i can't feel my eyes.'
Nor his ears. Why couldn't he hear?
His body felt wrong. Feeling coursed through places they shouldn't. He didn't understand why.
But the space around him grew more cramped as time passed, only reinforcing his hypothesis.
'...this is gonna be weird...'
Experiencing birth while conscious had never been on his bucket list.
But if he wanted answers... or anything at all, he needed to leave.
So, he twitched and kicked. Lightly, carefully, but clearly.
'Mother... i crave freedom.'