Rebirth.

The dream was at least worrying, a cold descent submerged in a dense component, but at the same time easy to cross, and as comfort increased, it was hard not to notice that it was slowing down, and up above, the white glow was clearly visible, while the rest of the surroundings became increasingly darker and a color I couldn't distinguish until I noticed my shortness of breath. "Where am I?"

An involuntary whimper and reason as soon as I arrive forgotten, a thought of fear, soon absent and

a doubt “What's going on?” at the same time every concept responding and at the same time denying what was happening around.

—Why does it matter? —In a reflex action, the left hand began to reach for the ever-more distant light above.

At the same moment that the air bubbles were released, a pair of undoubtedly feminine arms began to pass by along the sides of the neck and clung to the chest, accelerating the descent and at the same moment that he manages to feel the warm touch, it disappears.

—Who? —The thing that was helping me descend. “Why?”

The vision became cloudy, leaving a clear color before the perpetual darkness, a purple tinged with darkness advanced like a garment painting itself and gaining textures around each one and suddenly the concept of color returned to me, the red around degrading from the pink at the top to the cherry surrounding me, a color that I should recognize and at the same time, was meaningless once again.

—Wha… —I barely managed to let go when a laugh resounded around me, sweet, melodious and at the same time so desirable, like the happiest songs or the liveliest parties, at the same time so harmonious, as if beings dedicated to joy, decided that it should be the last thing I heard.

As soon as both voices unified around each other all perception of sound disappeared, even the rough The gurgling of my descent became completely meaningless after a while and disappeared, while the laughter gained strength and eventually nothing.

In a futile attempt to regain my breath, I swallow the red substance, feeling a choking feeling closer to suffocation and with she nose breathing hard, only to notice that the isolation of the senses ended in nothing, when from above falls a figure of light, not conscious and at the same time so alive, plays around me and with it forms a body, I don't know how I see it, but I only feel a familiar act the lost warmth soon returns, from the lips to the lungs and suddenly the whole body, while the light clouds a blurred vision and the next thing that is felt is cold, a sticky liquid and then laughter, joy, later, a hot liquid, then a cold one, I scream loudly.

Shortly after I notice it as the warmth of a bed presses my body, two paintings, one covered with bright darkness and a castle, one particularly well kept and at the same time, it seems abandoned, but very elegant, it feels sad that there is no one there, if I could be inside, I would take care of it like no one else, but on the other side it is different.

— Ba. —I use all my strength, but I can't break free from his grasp—. “Sheets, blankets?” —As soon as I heard the name, it disappeared and in just one clear movement I noticed the other place, people coming and going, joy and for a moment the desire to be part of that group, but a dark hand took me to the right side, where the luxurious and empty house was. “What's wrong?” He didn't think much, as the heat began to resonate louder and at the same time the force that prevented him from turning on his side, at the same time, as the heat increased and it became difficult to breathe, I began to doubt, The fear of death? Would crying help? “Why can't I think straight?”

It wasn't until after consciousness returned that he heard screams and more importantly, he was now breathing and I felt a strange movement, like the wind and shortly after I felt it more calmly and then a sudden wind, as if descending and cold again.

The calm disappeared, as the pain gained strength in my head, an involuntary movement and my hand reaching the right parietal.

“Where am I?” —The hand didn’t even have time to calm the pain, when the cold took its toll on the body—. Um poz —I touched my mouth, thinking that the cold was preventing him from speaking well and the surprise arose when the dimensions of his chin seemed abnormal and the lack of clear vision made it even more difficult to orient himself, but at the same time feeling the wood and the same content inside.

—Will I die and why am I so small?

Even without being able to see, I noticed a light emerging from the sides, while I felt how it was moved and lifted.

enough to enter the bucket that is supposedly used to draw water and shortly after the illuminated female figure, but at the same time hesitantly spoke, now aware that it was not the cold that caused his lack of linguistic ability.

— Basias.

— You're welcome and I'm sorry, many bad things await you.

— B…?

Before he knew it there was only darkness again and as he touched his face, he understood things better and the cold made him feel better. It made him tremble as much as he remembered from his many experiences in pools and lakes, he had trouble maintaining consciousness while he navigated in the bucket, heading for the first edge he found and only the collision told him he had arrived, he grabbed the first stone he felt and to his delight it was half round, the problem remained the same.

“How will I get out of here?”

— 0—

A scream that I can't quite understand sounded in the morning, while again I felt something strange rising and at the same time he didn't know why it was warm around him, but the moment the brightness dazzled his blurred vision, he knew he had left. Shortly after, more screams, words he didn't understand, but his new descent told him that they had been more or less scared of having him there and the fact that he felt the cold of the water again didn't help much to improve his mood, while the crying came out involuntarily.

Shortly after the bucket, he would take it out again and the next time they would take it in their arms, the only one

The memory pending in his mind was low, a kidnapping and then the descent, in addition to the cold, while a warmth kept him alive in the night and the slight wobbling of the bucket comforted him like in the cradles, but it clearly showed that he had problems, the arrival of strangers, no matter how much he wanted it, did not let him think about anything.

Sleep predominated and only feeling the cradle again told him that he was in a similar place, at least he noticed the wood around, as proof of this and soon after blurred faces, then more vivid memories, of times when it was not complicated to walk or move around the environment, I saw a room, the calm of a somewhat cold dream and the morning meal, milk and cereal, a cell phone talking about the news and light clothing, in addition to a figure next to the table, next to something similar to his cell phone, a console or maybe something better.

He couldn't tell the difference, as consciousness was leaving him along with his strength, and the next moment a

A spoonful of milk was placed in his mouth, the first bite of a lifetime, and despite being a little warm, he swallowed as if it were the most desired delicacy in the world, and he continued with the next few spoonfuls until there was no more and they laid him down again, although less constrained by the blankets.