What’s happening? Am I really not in the world anymore? Have I truly died? Is this peace at last?

All I can see is darkness. Where am I? Where could I possibly be heading—to heaven or hell?

Minutes have passed, yet all I see is darkness. Are there that many souls lined up for death that I have to wait this long here?

But what’s important is that I’m free now. That’s what matters.

I shook my head, even though wherever I looked, it was all darkness. Even if I ran as far as I could, I’d only end up surrounded by the same black void.

I started walking aimlessly, not knowing where I’d end up when I heard a voice in the distance.

Eyes widening, I quickened my pace. Maybe they were calling me, and I could finally escape this darkness. I could feel peace at last—finally.

As I got closer, I saw a light. I’m going to heaven!

But as I approached, I clearly heard the voice.
“Your Highness!”

I froze in my tracks. What? Did I hear that right?

Before I could process what I heard, the voice called again.
“Your Highness!”

I frowned even more. Did I approach the wrong light?

I scanned my surroundings, hoping to find another source of light. I decided to move away from the person calling "Your Highness!" because I felt I must’ve gone to the wrong location.

I nodded to myself and kept walking until I no longer heard the voice. Maybe the person they were looking for already showed up. Amazing—so this void is shared by all sorts of people. Never mind, I’ll just wait until my turn comes.

Minutes passed as I waited when I suddenly tripped over something. Before I knew it, the light consumed me.

I slowly opened my eyes, feeling utterly exhausted. My vision was blurry, making it hard to make out what was in front of me. But after a moment, I started to make out the ceiling above me—it had artistic designs? Wait, is this heaven?

I blinked rapidly, feeling nervous.

I moved my hands and felt soft fabric. My anxiety deepened.

I moved my feet as well and felt the same soft material.

It felt like lying on snow while making snow angels.

I gulped and cautiously looked around.

Oh, shit. Where am I?

What is this place?

I sit up in bed, eyes wide as I scanned my surroundings. What are all these things? Why does everything look so luxurious?

I looked at my clothes and realized I was on a bed—an elegant bed fit for a princess.

A princess?

I was wearing a stunning white silk nightgown that looked incredibly expensive.

I closed my eyes, sighed deeply, and then looked around again. Was this my room? Or someone else’s?

Everything here screamed royalty—from the bedside drawer holding a lamp, comb, and tea cup, to the glass door leading to a balcony, framed by thick, exquisite curtains. On one side of the glass door was a vanity, and on the other side, a seating area. Near the door was a cabinet embedded in the wall.

The colors of the room were mostly white, baby pink, and gold!

I glanced up at the chandelier—it was entirely gold. How much could I sell that for?

Cautiously, I got off the luxurious bed and quietly walked around the room.

How did I end up here? Is this some kind of waiting area for the dead? Where exactly am I?

I died with so many questions, and now even in the afterlife, I’m plagued with even more.

While examining the walls, I accidentally caught my reflection in the vanity mirror and almost fell to the floor.

No, this can’t be. I must be seeing things. It’s impossible for me to look like this.

I took a deep breath and turned to the mirror again.

And it really wasn’t me—everything was different. From the hair to the face to the shape of my body. Model-like, even!

I leaned closer to the mirror and touched my face.

Am I dreaming?

Because this woman—whoever she is—is stunning. She looks like a goddess!

Her long pink mix with purple hair reached her elbows, curling slightly at the ends. Small, rosy lips, a sharp nose, and eyes with a hint of dark purple. Wow.

I examined myself more closely in the mirror. This isn’t me, I’m sure of it. But how? What happened?

My gaze dropped to the vanity, where I saw a photo of this body’s owner. She had a beautiful smile and was wearing a gown fit for a princess. She truly looked divine.

Holding the photo, I sat down on the bed.

What is going on?

I bit my lower lip as a thought crossed my mind, but I shook my head. Impossible—completely impossible.

After spending hours in the room, I tried to sleep again, hoping I’d wake up somewhere else. But I ended up pulling at my hair in frustration until there was a knock at the door, and someone entered.

It was a maid, who immediately bowed before approaching the bed.

“Your Highness! I’ve been trying to wake you up for a while now,” she said cheerfully.

Your Highness? So this body really belongs to a princess?

And wait what? She’s been trying to wake me?

My mouth hung open, but I quickly smiled to avoid arousing suspicion.

“His Majesty is calling for you,” she said.

His Majesty?

I clutched my head. Why do I feel even more nervous the longer I stay in this room?

Could I be a wandering soul that accidentally possessed the body of royalty?

“Do you have a cellphone?” I asked softly, causing her to frown.

Was my question strange?

“Cellphone, Your Highness?” she repeated.

I nodded and smiled.

“Yes, the gadget everyone has these days. Don’t worry, I won’t report you for using it,” I said lightly.

Because if I really did possess royalty, surely they’d be aware of gadgets—it’s the 21st century, after all. And if I could borrow a phone, I’d immediately check the date and where I am.

I nodded to myself, then noticed the maid looked as though she was about to cry.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

“Your Highness, are you feeling unwell?” she asked worriedly.

“No,” I quickly replied.

She scratched her head. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know what a ‘cellphone’ is.”

I stared at her, dumbfounded. Is she serious? Feeling stressed, I calmly dismissed her. She simply reminded me to go down soon because “His Majesty” was waiting.

Once she left, I explored the entire room, looking for anything that could help me. I discovered that the built-in door in the wall led to a walk-in closet filled with princess-like gowns. I nearly gaped at the sight of more pictures of this body’s owner, wearing stunning dresses.

But in the drawers? Nothing. Not even a portrait with a date or some writing at the bottom to give me a clue.

I collapsed back onto the bed, my mind swirling with more questions. What on earth is going on?

I struggled to get up from the bed and sat on the vanity chair, staring at the mirror.

“Who are you really?” I whispered softly.