The pressure suffocating me from all sides overwhelmed my senses. I thought my fat was melting, my muscles were tearing, and my bones were being crushed. The pain was indescribable, more intense than anything I had experienced before.

My muscles seemed to be shredding and my bones were cracking under an invisible force. The tender flesh of my new body writhed with every movement, unable to protect me from the agony that enveloped me. I thought this must be how hell feels.

Instinctively, I wanted to scream to release some of my suffering. But something stopped me, a liquid threatened to flood my lungs. I understood that screaming would not only endanger my own life. With great effort, I contained the scream that was struggling to escape my throat.

Suddenly, I felt an unbearable pressure in my skull. It was as if they were crushing my head, extracting my brain through my nose and eyes. The pain was so intense that for a moment I considered wrapping the umbilical cord around my neck to end it all.

It was then that I heard a soft cry, sounding like a woman. Wait, Umbilical cord? Cry? Only then did I realize my situation. I was being born, I was a baby. Curiously, the first thought that crossed my mind was not panic or disbelief. Instead, I found myself reflecting: So the light at the end of the tunnel is actually the light entering through the vagina...

I couldn't believe how painful birth was. Did all human beings have to go through this hell just to be born? It seemed incredible to me that humanity continued to reproduce in this way. The only reason I didn't give up was because of my mother.

I could feel the pain of childbirth not only in my own moans but also in the contractions of the uterine walls surrounding me. I was not alone in this struggle, my mother was with me. Through tears, the woman gathered her strength and the pressure threatening to crush me suddenly changed.

In the decisive moment, I added my weak efforts to those of my mother, although they were the weak efforts of a baby. When finally my skull escaped the clutches of the birth canal, I let out the scream I had been holding back. The world became brighter and I could cry for the first time.

Mom, I thank you with all my heart.

When I opened my eyes again, the first thing I felt was a dazzling light. I squinted, uncomfortable, trying to focus my blurry vision. I saw a small arm moving by itself in front of me. It took me a moment to realize that this arm belonged to me, although I still didn't feel it as mine.

My body was out of my control, making only reflex movements in response to external stimuli. I remembered what modern science said in my previous world: this was due to the immature brain activity of a newborn. They were right, my brain had not yet fully matured.

With effort, I directed my gaze towards the two figures observing me from above. My still-developing sight only captured blurry shadows of their faces. My hearing was not much better either. Gradually, my eyes became accustomed to the brightness. I distinguished a young platinum-haired woman leaning over me. Her beauty was so dazzling that I thought I was seeing a goddess.

The woman possessed an ethereal beauty that captivated all who set their eyes on her. Her hair, a cascade of flowing silver strands, shone like sunlight, framing a face that radiated warmth and grace. Her sparkling cerulean eyes contained a depth that seemed to whisper secrets of a thousand stories.

Her features were delicate and perfectly proportioned, with high cheekbones that accentuated her flawless complexion. Her pink lips curved in a captivating smile, revealing a row of pearly white teeth that gleamed with a joyful expression.

But what intrigued me most was that the woman did not seem completely human. Her ears were more pointed than normal, giving her a mysterious and exotic air. Next to her was a man of similar appearance, with long white hair and ruby-red eyes. He gave me a stiff smile that contrasted with his imposing appearance. His muscles were impressive, denoting great strength and power.

The woman smiled tenderly and began to speak with the man while observing me with curiosity. I tried to understand what they were saying, but the sounds reached my immature ears distorted. The words were incomprehensible to me, which increased my confusion and frustration. Days passed slowly, a week after my birth, my senses began to develop gradually. My eyes could focus better and my ears captured more sounds, although I still did not understand the language.

However, the life of a newborn was far from exciting. I spent most of the time lying in my crib, unable to move my body correctly. I felt incredibly bored and helpless.

Obtaining information about my new world was an arduous task. I could not even clearly distinguish the passage of days and nights. The reason was simple: I slept almost all the time. A baby's body was terribly inefficient.