I had to fight with all my strength present inside my body so that I could finally succeed in fluttering my eyes a few times, before being assailed by a whole myriad of colors, figures and especially lights that the place in which I found myself had. The first thing I could observe with enough intensity and discernment was the face of a woman with red cheeks and relatively fine features who was neither entirely European nor entirely Asian

Even though this surprised me, what surprised me the most at that moment was the fact that this famous person was not wearing a gown, and that the room in which I was was not at all like a hospital room, but rather in a room in which the wooden bed was relatively modest and humble by what I had known in the past. The room was lit by only a few candles that projected their lights on the different walls of the room

While I let my new eyes observe with attention the place in which I was then, these last ones landed on a young woman curled up in an uncommon way on the bed that I had seen only a few moments ago. Considering the fact that I had just relived for the second time in my life this thing called birth, it seemed to me to be legitimate to name this person who seemed to have faced a thousand and one pains to bring me into the world

Taking several more seconds to examine my mother's appearance, I had to admit that she was a beauty that would make many passers-by hold their breath. While being a beauty that would appeal to many of my former acquaintances, she was somehow charming, where kindness and tenderness was easily visible in the smile she gave me as I was placed in her arms by who knows who, with long blond hair and green eyes

"He's not crying ... I thought newborns were supposed to cry at birth ..."

The noticeable concern I could read on my mother's sweet face made me feel guilty even though I had done no wrong, and I tried in every way to let colorful tears run down my face, without much success. At the same moment, one of the many women in the room spoke up with a slight laugh, seeming to be amused by the reaction of the one who had just given me life

"There's no reason to worry for so little, I assure you. Sometimes babies just don't cry at birth. However, you will have to rest for several days before you can expect to resume the normal course of your life."

Nodding slightly without saying a word before looking into her emerald-like eyes of infinite beauty, my mother smiled a sweet smile that only a mother is capable of and then lowered her head a few inches so that our cheeks could gently touch. A strange feeling of well-being ran through my entire body and I instantly understood that no matter what would happen, this place and this person who was my mother would forever be a place of comfort

I couldn't say exactly how long it had been since I had experienced what I called my second birth, but it must have been several years since I had mastered my new body with much more ease than before. I had, among other things, succeeded in taking my first steps after many months of trying, which delighted my mother who hugged me and smiled tenderly.

After a long and deep introspection inside the house in which I lived and its surroundings, I had managed, at first, to hypothesize that I might have returned to the past of my own world. However, this hypothesis was only of short duration because by observing the forest present not far from the house, I saw with amazement an animal not taller than an inch that I knew not. I then quickly arrived at a much more sensible hypothesis, I had been reincarnated in another world by the means of I don't know what machination