Oblivion. That's all I remember. No searing pain, no final gasp, just… nothing. Now, I drift in an endless expanse of inky black. Time itself seems to have dissolved. Was I dead? Some primal part of me whispers yes, that this suffocating emptiness is the chilling reward for a life… well, whatever life I had.

A jarring ding ripped through the suffocating emptiness, shattering the silence that had become my only companion. My nonexistent head snapped up – or at least that's what it felt like – as a holographic computer screen materialized before me. Its cool blue light was the first thing other than endless black that I'd seen in… well, forever. Text scrolled across the surface in a stark, white font.

Congratulations! The word mocked me, a beacon of cheerfulness in this desolate void. My soul, apparently, had been chosen. Chosen for what? The screen continued, its synthetic voice echoing in the emptiness:

Your soul has been selected for reincarnation. Reincarnation? The word was unfamiliar, but a flicker of something – hope? curiosity? – sparked within me.

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You will be reborn in a new form in the multi-realm where you can gain new power and rise to greatness. The multi-realm? Greatness? My nonexistent eyebrows rose. This offer was starting to sound intriguing, a potential escape from this suffocating oblivion.

Below the message, two stark options pulsed with an ethereal blue light: Yes or No. No further explanation was offered. Was this a cosmic lottery ticket, a chance at a new existence? Or was there a catch, a hidden cost to this supposed "reincarnation"? The silence stretched, broken only by the faint hum of the holographic screen. A decision, it seemed, was required.

But what did I have to lose? Memories? I had none. A past life? Oblivion held no answer. This awareness, this spark of existence flickering in the void – would it too fade into nothingness? I couldn't risk it. A new life, a chance at something more? Sign me the hell up.

My nonexistent hand, fueled by a newfound determination, slammed into the glowing Yes. The screen pulsed once, a wave of blue light washing over me. Then, silence. Darkness. But this time, it felt different. Anticipation crackled in the air, a sense of something about to begin. The suffocating emptiness started to recede, replaced by a tingling sensation, a feeling of… rebirth?