I'm dead aren't I? There is literally a giant Nothing here. No body. No sensation. Just my thoughts. So either I'm dead, or I'm a brain in a jar. OK, tamp down that fear I can figure out what happened just retrace my steps. A pause as i try sorting thorugh and there was a whole lot of nothing there to work with.
YOU WERE IN PAIN. WE GRANTED YOU THE MERCY OF FORGETTING.
Excuse me hold the heck up! Who said you could go tinkering around in my head?!
YOU SAID THAT IT WAS FOR THE BEST FOR YOU TO FORGET, AT LEAST FOR NOW, SO THAT YOU WOULD NOT SIMPLY START YOUR NEXT LIFE WITH THE BAGGAGE OF YOUR LAST.
That hurt on every level. First that I stabbed myself in the back, and apparently didn't leave me any sort of notes on what to expect, or that I'd agreed to some sort of cosmic EULA I was now stuck with.
COMMUNIcATING LIKE THIS TO YOU FOR PROLONGED PERIODS WILL CAUSE DAMAGE. YOUR NEXT LIFE WILL BEGIN IN A PLACE WHERE YOU WILL HAVE THE TIME AND SPACE NEEDED TO, HOPEFULLY, THRIVE. AS WITH ALL THINGS, EVEN THE RESTARTING OF THE COSMOS, THERE ARE NO GURENTEES. AS REWARD FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE, WE WILL GRANT THE BOONS YOU HAVE ASKED.
Restarting of the cosmos? Wait. I'm not the only one dead but. Everything? What did I ask for? Why didn't past-me leave notes?!
GO NOW. BE REBORN.
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