“We… will have our wish granted?” We questioned. “Yes. We see fit that you, holder of the rule, should understand why the living do not simply submit to your rule as law.” The creator has accepted our desire. We had not expected this. What… is this new feeling? To have our wish granted feels… warm. This… is the first time we’ve felt as such since being relied on to hold the rule.

“You shall be granted this permission under one condition.” The creator… is giving us a rule? Perhaps this is fair. We’ve never requested anything before. “What is your condition?” We ask, fully prepared for any task to achieve our wish. “You must follow your own rule.” We ponder on this request. “We do not understand...” “You will.” The creator calmly speaks to us. “You will live through a recently deceased mortal. They will be selected in accordance to lack of experience themselves.”

We listen patiently with no true understanding of anything he speaks. “This will allow you to feel what they had felt. You will see with their eyes. Touch with their hands. You shall understand through all actions what it truly means to be alive. However, you will inevitably fall to your own rule, thus bringing you back to being a concept.” We… have not expected such a condition. However…

“We accept…”

There was no need to reject this offer. It is… quite unique. “We shall come back with the answers we seek. We thank you dearly for this opportunity.” As our words had finished sounding, a distant star begun illuminating in the empty void. No such thing has ever been here before. We feel… strange… as the star glows brighter. It quickly flashes brightly, forcing us to seal our vision.

Suddenly, a warm sensation envelops us, rushing through a shape our form had not previously held. We had opened our vision, now seeing a white material over us with a metallic object hanging from it. A… ceiling and light fixture, as a living being would call it. We had been lying on a hard substance in a pool of this body's interior fluids. As we attempt to move, there is a sensation that washes through the body. This is… pain. Agonizing and sharp upon the back of our top attachment. The… head, as we recall it. We lift our head, looking down our body. There is a small climbing object. A ladder, I believe.

We are to assume this mortal had passed by falling a short distance onto the hard wooden flooring, causing a temporary trauma to their brain, shutting off its functions, and ending their life. Another to follow the rule in an untimely fashion. However, we are now in a mortal body. We are…

Alive…