The twins settled into their mother's embrace, but their inner turmoil did not subside. They looked alike, yet their brown eyes differed. One had flecks of bright yellow, like polished gold; the other, flecks of deep blue. He looked into his brother's golden-flecked eyes and thought to himself:
Alright, I get it. Am I in ancient China now? Damn it! I was never good at Chinese history. Is this baby my brother or sister? So cute! Damn... I wish I could see myself. I hope I'm as good-looking as this guy. Oh man, my neck won't bend down far enough to look. So reincarnation is real. But why is this kid staring like that?
He tilted his head to look at his brother, but to his utter disbelief, his brother closed his golden-flecked eyes and stretched a hand towards him. Before he could process what was happening, his brother forced his middle finger up with effort.
Damn! This guy might also be a reincarnator? No, he hasn't figured it out yet. So it's fine.
The mother opened her sleepy eyes and looked towards the window. Through the carved lattice, the moon was visible in the middle of the sky. She had stayed awake with great difficulty for hours after the arduous labor but eventually lost the strength to remain conscious. The midwife was still present in the room. She had skillfully measured the children and was waiting for new robes for them.
A hand brushed against the door, awaiting the midwife's response. The midwife, assuming it was a maidservant, opened the door with a broad smile—a sign of her joy. But before her stood a man in a long black robe, with hair longer than the midwife was tall. This towering man stared and commanded, "Guide me."
Guards rushed into the corridor, ready to kill. The man had reached the room without them sensing him. They took one firm step, then fell to their knees on the second. They knew they must not cry out. The midwife understood this hesitation and said softly, "Long live the Celestial Devil," then moved to the side of the door and gestured with her hand towards the corner of the room—where a woman, illuminated by the faint moonlight, gazed at him.