Prologue

What’s happening? ...

I hear screams. I hear the vehicle’s honks.

My voice isn’t coming out. My body won’t move. I feel pain. Something is gushing out of my body. It's warm. I still feel the pain. My consciousness is fading. My eyes are heavy. I can’t breathe.

A man is shouting, “Take the victim to the hospital!!!”

I barely hear him, but I cannot stay conscious for long. I slowly close my eyes. It's dark here.

I see a light. There’s some creature. It's a creature that defies reality. It's like straight out of fantasy.

I hear something.

A clock?

It's relentless.

It stopped…

Something is happening.

I’m afraid.

I open my eyes slowly.

Huh?

I'm in unfamiliar terrain. Where am I? Is this a dream?

I try to move only to find out I cannot.

What happened to me?

I see some texts out of nowhere.

It’s like an instruction.

So, it seems like I can change my view. Let’s try it out.

I just felt like doing something, like changing my view, and now I am seeing myself from the top. It's like my eyes are in midair.

As I look at myself, I am shocked. What in the actual hell happened to me?

Am I what I am exactly looking at? What is that? A stone? A flute? A whistle? Ocarina?

So… Yeah, this is my story. Somehow, I ended up reincarnated as a whistle.

Even as an immovable object initially, many things happened to me.

I will narrate my entire story of how I began to think...

“Maybe being reincarnated as a whistle isn’t that bad, after all.”