I floated in dense darkness, surrounded by a rather cold liquid. I didn’t know how I had ended up in this place; my mind was a jumbled mess, disoriented. I had fleeting memories—shadows calling me "son." Maybe they were my parents. I couldn't tell.

Days and nights didn’t exist; it was dark all the time. The only thing that let me know time was passing were the men in white coats, who conducted tests on me every day and then left. My days were monotonous, but there was nothing I could do about it.

Suddenly, one day, my monotonous life changed. A deafening roar shattered the silence that enveloped the room, a space where I didn’t know if I was alone or if someone else was there. The viscous liquid I had been living in for years—or perhaps months—obscured my view. Several vibrations shook everything around me. Straining to see something through the thick liquid, I noticed shadows. They moved quickly, very quickly, accompanied by loud bangs and explosions, along with a cloud of dust. Someone or something was fighting nearby.

I felt a surge of joy. Finally, my monotonous life was about to change. My only source of entertainment had been myself, my mind. A “gifted” mind, as the men in white coats said. I didn’t understand. Maybe it was because I could maintain a fairly advanced thought process for my age? I didn’t even know how I was familiar with those terms; I had hardly interacted with anyone in years.

The explosions grew louder. The fighting seemed to be dying down, or maybe I just couldn’t see it. That was when an explosion hit me; it seemed that whatever I was in was quite sturdy, as it didn’t break but sent me flying.

I couldn’t see anything after that; all I saw was darkness. So, is this my end? I thought as I seemed to be flying through the void. I simply considered sleeping and letting it all be over at last.

Suddenly, I woke up, feeling the air hitting my face and body. I didn’t understand what was happening. Wasn’t I in total darkness? If so, why the hell was I falling freely?!

I was utterly confused. The only thing my mind managed to process was that if I didn’t do something, I would soon die. But, of course, as if I cared.

I was astonished by everything around me, having lived in complete darkness for so long. The vibrant, saturated colors, the sounds. There were green things on the ground I was plummeting towards; they were beautiful. Everything around me was stunning, with lovely blue hues and “animals” everywhere. But what surprised me the most was seeing other “containers” falling—some broken, others intact.

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I closed my eyes. After all, what could I do? I gave up, just like I had before, and in an instant, I felt a jolt and then nothing.

Suddenly, I found myself in a liquid, drowning, with a light above me. I struggled with all my might to swim upward. For the first time in my life, I wanted to live; I wanted to feel the adrenaline like that time when I fell thousands of meters through the air. I didn’t want to give up anymore. I was tired of living a life of monotony.

As I was about to reach the surface, something in the water yanked me down. Please no, I don’t want to go back, I thought, fighting with all my strength to escape. The hands of the test doctors were pulling me back. I didn’t want to go back; I truly didn’t…

And then it happened…

“Rise and fulfill what is marked within your very being.”

Those voices echoed loudly in my head.

My life has always been so dull. I’ve always dreamed big. The doctors in white coats said my fate was already sealed. I wonder what my destiny will be. Will I be a superhero helping people in their darkest moments? Or perhaps a vile and cruel villain controlling everything around me? Maybe I’ll be an antihero, loved or hated by the people. I would love to know.

Maybe I’ll just be an ordinary person. Honestly, any outcome is fine with me, as long as I can live. I want to feel excitement in my heart, to experience happiness, love, sadness, anger… things that make my life interesting.

I would have loved to do each of those things, if it weren't for the fact that I’m most likely dead. Of course, no one in the world can survive a fall from that height… I wish I could have done so many things. I truly hope that in my next life… in the next one, I can enjoy every little thing that happens to me.

The moment I "woke up," I found myself in the arms of a man in a white or red coat; I wasn’t sure. A sharp pain throbbed in my head. I tried to focus my vision on the person carrying me, but my right eye saw the world tinted in a blurry red, likely from the fall. I felt the warmth of my blood around my eye and on my body.

A constant buzzing filled my ears, as if I were underwater or still in the capsule I had been in. I saw the man gesturing in all directions, giving orders. The sounds around me felt distant and muffled by pain and confusion. And then, suddenly, I passed out.

While I was unconscious, I saw myself in darkness. I thought that everything I had experienced had been a dream and that I had returned to the beginning. Although… it was a good dream. But I felt something strange; I felt a connection to something or someone nearby. Where? I was supposed to be the only one here. What if, just maybe, what I experienced wasn’t a dream? Was it all real? I had to wake up and find out.