It hurts. It's dark. I can't breathe.

What's happening? Is it the end?

Why? Why can't I stay longer?

The darkness slowly enveloped the child like a suffocating cloak wrapping around them tightly, sending chills down to their very bones. Pain pulsed relentlessly through their battered body, with each throb a stark reminder of their mortality. Confusion clouded their thoughts, obscuring reality and leaving them adrift in a sea of uncertainty. Lost in the darkness, the child clung to a flicker of hope, but as the void beckoned, they knew their time was running out.

"Ah, am I to perish once more? Is this really how it end again?" Their voice echoed into the void, pleading for answers that never came.

The child cried helplessly until it pierced the silence, a beacon of hope amidst the despair. Someone heard him. Someone cared.

"Poor soul," a voice intoned, tinged with sympathy. "Dear child, it seems you've experienced more than you were meant to."

"Please... please, not yet," they begged, desperation lacing their words. "One more chance, let me live once more. Let me stay longer. I want to live. I want to be loved. I want a family..."

It was a desperate wish, a plea born from the depths of their soul. The heavens took pity on the child, their celestial gaze softening.

"Dear child, your thread of life has been cut short," the voice from above spoke gently. "Though I cannot alter your fate, I will bless you in your next life. May you find peace and happiness in your next journey."