A shimmering clear orb floated down the river, accompanied by thousands of others in a myriad of other colours. these orbs all traveled down it for a while before the blue orb along with a few others all got sucked into a whirlpool that suddenly appeared and just as quickly disappeared.
It fell through a tunnel for a while before poking out of a wall and traveling along 2 rails just far enough apart so it won't fall through. it rolled down this rail but all the other orbs were separated at junctions. the yellows at one the pinks at others, the rare-ish blues here and there went to the last one but this soul continued down the main path. it eventually reached a room about the size of a small warehouse on the floor where the rails formed orderly lines and shelves and between them corridors. walking these corridors where hundreds of humans of all races, ages, and genders wearing white robes and halos,(basically angels without wings.) all of them walking the corridors and searching the orbs. picking one up examining it then placing it down and repeating till they find the right one, at which time they would walk over to a giant window the view which showed outer space with stars and a small blue dot in the Centre. they would then place the soul in a hole below the window that was at waist height and it would then shoot off towards the blue dot.
the clear orb eventually came to a stop among millions of other orbs arranged neatly. Hours, days, and years passed and it sat there doing nothing but shimmering like all the others. then one day an Asian man in his mid-thirties came up to it felt it and then started walking to the window.
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it shot out heading as fast as it could towards the blue sphere.
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Months Later... April 8th 1693 - Amsterdam.
"Uhhh" A cry can be heard from across the the house as a mother gives birth to her first child. this is the most pain she has been on on her whole life and then it stops.
"IT'S A BOY" Shouted the midwife as she hands the babies to her mother who is crying tears of joy.
"Adriaan" the mother muttered the name under her exhausted breath as she falls asleep, the baby doing the same.
"congratulations" says one of the neighbors who was acting as a support for the distraught father who has now calmed considerably.
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a mother and father are seen crying over a recently covered grave just big enough for a small child. all that is put above the unmarked grave is a cross made of two bits of wood and and a nail with Adriaan roughly carved on it.
The next day the father goes out to toil the field and the mother goes to milk the cows along with there 4 other children. for if they don't they won't survive. they still mourn the death of there newest son but they must still continue for there 4 other kids. they have had a total of 9 children. 5 Dying before the age of 4. Our Heroes first life has not even lasted a year before he died from diphtheria at 10 months.
This is the fate of most lives throughout most of history.
Maybe in this souls next life it will get to live a bit longer?