Mother nature, Gaia, Asherah, the list of names you have given to the floating pebble you call home are endless. But they all have one thing in common – they believe it is alive! But what would happen if i told you EVERYTHING is alive, that the very air filling your lung has its own life? That a grain of sand may hold more life than an entire stadium filled with your kin?This is a story of reincarnation, of the great cycle of life, or souls as some call it. Prepare yourself, reincarnation may turn out to be nothing but a curse!--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The story contains everything life has to offer from the beauty of a simple day to the agony of your darkest hour. I reserve myself the right to include anything I want, only explicit sexual content should not appear everything else is free game. That means if hunting and preparing a meal including all bloody details furthers the plot it WILL be written. If for a certain development curse words and darker practices are needed they WILL be written. If you search for another happy -go-lucky Dis*ey story turn back right now, the sentence “and they lived happily ever after” is nothing I plan to include. You have been warned. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Author note: This is my second story but the first one that has an actual goal. My first try resulted in an unplanned plot-less thing that I may rework if I feel like it. Quality and chapter-length should have improved. I have timeline for 50 chapters written down,the frequency of updates and how long I carry on with this fully depends on the feedback I receive. I am a simple reader that with a lack of reading content has turned to writing himself. As such my drive to go through the work of transferring my written notes to an online format heavily depends on my mood and if the feedback helps to improve my writing. Disclaimer:Any person, object and place contained is purely fictional,similarities to the real world are purely by chance.