I know what you're thinking. Finally, the main story, right?
Yeah, yeah, I can hear you sighing, groaning, maybe even throwing your phone across the bed. "Author, you've been dragging us through endless sidetracks, melodrama, and what-the-hell-is-even-happening scenes!" And you're right. Absolutely right. I've stretched this tale, twisted it, killed time, killed characters, revived them just to kill them again, and danced circles around the plot like a smug clown at a festival.
I admit it. I've toyed with you. Every chapter, every detour — all my fault. Sometimes I delay just to watch your reactions. Sometimes I let Harumei suffer because I can. Sometimes I laugh while writing his misery. Because, after all, I'm the one holding the pen, aren't I?
But…
Enough.The curtain games end here.No more stalling, no more smoke and mirrors.The real story begins now.
You wanted the heart of this tale? Then brace yourself. Because from this chapter forward, Harumei will no longer walk the easy path of mere survival. He's about to step into the grand weave of destiny. And once he takes that step, there's no turning back.
Alright. Enough from me. Let's get back to Harumei.
The first thing I felt was silence. Not the kind of silence that comes after a storm, nor the empty hush of an abandoned room — but a silence that pressed against my chest, weighty, endless.
I opened my eyes.
White. Pure, endless white stretched in all directions. It wasn't sky, wasn't land. It was… nothing.
And then His voice came.
'Harumei.'
The word echoed without echo, carried no sound yet filled my mind entirely.
I swallowed hard. My throat was dry.
'You've walked far enough in the shadows. Now, we speak of what comes next.'
What comes next…? My thoughts felt jagged, sharp. After everything… now He finally decides to tell me?
I clenched my fists. "You've been pulling me along. Throwing me into trials without a word. And now you call me here. Why? Why now?"
God did not answer immediately. A pause. A silence that seemed to judge me.
Finally:'Because you are ready. And because the threads of your three reincarnations are about to be woven.'
My breath caught. Three reincarnations.
Three? The word spun in my head. Not one, not two. Three. Why? What kind of cruel trick is this?
I forced my voice steady. "Then tell me. What do they mean? What am I supposed to do with three lives? What's their purpose?"
The voice rumbled, calm yet unfathomable.'Purpose is not for you to know. Not yet. To reveal the tapestry before it is woven is to unravel it. You must live them, Harumei. You must walk each path without knowing its end.'
I felt heat rising in my chest. Anger. Fear. Something between both.Always riddles. Always half-truths. He never gives straight answers.
"Then why even tell me there are three? Why not just throw me in like before? Why whisper this mystery at all?"
'Because even the blind deserve to know they are walking. Because the burden you carry is unlike any other soul. Three reincarnations — three faces of existence. Each will break you, each will shape you. And only through them shall your true self be revealed.'
His words coiled inside me, heavy, suffocating.Three reincarnations. Each will break me. Each will shape me.
What kind of curse is this…?
I closed my eyes, tried to steady my breathing."Then… will I remember? Will I know who I was? Or will each life erase me?"
For the first time, the silence cracked. God's voice softened.'Fragments may remain. Echoes in your heart, whispers in your dreams. But memory itself is a fragile flame. Do not cling to it, Harumei. Cling instead to what you become.'
I opened my mouth, but no words came. My chest felt hollow, like the ground beneath me was gone.
Fragments. Echoes. Whispers. He's telling me I'll lose myself again and again. I'll die three times, live three times, and never know who I truly am.
My knees trembled. I wanted to scream, to curse Him, to demand answers — but the weight of His presence crushed all defiance.
And yet… somewhere deep inside, a spark flickered. Not of hope. Not of courage. Something smaller, sharper. A stubbornness.
I whispered, "If I have to walk three paths, then fine. I'll walk them. But I'll return. I'll return to myself, no matter how many times you scatter me."
The silence hummed. Then,'So you say. Then let us begin.'
The white stretched further, brighter. A blinding radiance seared the horizon, swallowing everything.
I staggered back. "Wait! At least tell me—what will I face? What am I supposed to protect? Who am I meant to be?"
The voice grew fainter, echoing as if from miles away.'Do not be afraid of the path you chose. It was the right decision. Fear not the weight of your choice.'
Right decision…? What decision? The thought clawed at me, but the wind — or maybe light itself — roared around me, pulling me forward.
I raised an arm to shield my eyes. The whiteness consumed everything. My heartbeat thundered. My body felt lighter, unmoored, as if even my soul was unraveling.
And then — nothing but white.
To be continued…