"So, what do you think?"

"Not a bad deal, just... assuming this is not a dream, nor I am just going mad because of the sickness, why didn't you just take over my dying body?"

"... I don't take your body because this a special realm, despite having intelligent species, did not produce any fantasia, furthermore for a specialized physical world, the pale sea still reaches here and it's connected with the whirlpool of cycles..."

"Sure..." Sighed the man, he didn't understood what grand plan the amorphous purple existence was talking about, but he was not stupid enough to question it, for this is a delusion of his burdened mind or some cosmic otherwolder existence offering a faustian pact for a soon dead man.

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The alien blinked and a blue drop was shot on the forehead of the man, causing his souls to leave his body, ending this cycle and letting his souls embark on the pale sea, the place to wash useless memories (minds) and reach a new life in some other of the infinite realms connected to samsara.

But I have time to watch, learn and choose.

The boon he traded for his body was a boat that would protect his memories (self) and let him choose in which realm he would reincarnate for the same amount of time the alien had to await for a matching vessel for his descent on Earth, 42 years.

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After navigating for nearly three decades the soul was ready, he choose a promising world going an positive astronomical phenomenon, which he heard from the entity, and dived for a new life.