After an undetermined span of ti,
I regained my consciousness, placing once again in the enigmatic expanse of darkness.
However, this ti, I wasn't alone. A young child, around 7 or 8 years old, stood before , his soul-like presence emitting a gentle white light. Intrigued, I stepped closer, eager to know what this place.
But before I could even start the conversation,
The child's lips moved as if to speak, and in a soft voice, he uttered two words.
"Thank you."
Before I could understand the aning behind his gratitude, a radiant transformation overtook him.
His body dissolved into streams of light, rging seamlessly with my own soul.
In the rging process, his essence started to heal my soul. Those cuts and bruises in my soul started to glow bright white, and slowly, they were getting healed.
"What the fuc—"
Confusion swirled on as unfamiliar mories started to enter my mind, intertwined with my own. I could sense that they belonged to the young boy, Eden Morton.
Amid the jumbled mories, his na stood out, resonating with in ways I couldn't quite grasp, perhaps connected to mories I'd rather not confront,
as the young boy nad Eden Morton in my mories was a tragic child.
My contemplation was interrupted by an all-too-familiar force—the pull that had drawn from the void.
This ti, it tugged at once more, an irresistible undertow dragging away from the unknown darkness.
Sensation flooded back abruptly, and I found myself sprawled upon a regal king-size bed within a lavishly adorned room.
The scene exuded comfort and sophistication, from the ticulously curated study table to the elegantly arrayed bookshelf.
Sunlight poured through the curtains, casting a warm embrace over the space and creating a comfortable environnt for a good nap.
My thirst beckoned to reach a nearby water bottle, and I reached out instinctively, only to be confronted with a jarring realization—my hands were different. Smaller, paler, and a stark contrast to what I rembered.
Suppressing my panic, which was threatening to take over , I took a soothing gulp from the water bottle, the familiar act providing so grounding amidst the strangeness.
"Guess I'll be sleeping now."
I said as I laid back down on the bed.
I tried to sleep forcefully, as I knew that things would be more difficult the next ti I woke up.
Yet knowing that the next ti I regained consciousness, it would thrust into unfamiliar territory sparked a mixture of anticipation and trepidation, leaving with the palpable sense that I was in quite a deep shitstorm.
With a sigh of relief, I succumbed once again to the embrace of sleep, seeking solace from the tornt of space's unending abyss.
Ti had lost its aning during my interstellar journey, and the weight of the unknown pressed heavily on my mind.
As my consciousness faded, I slept like a baby.
"Young master," a gentle voice whispered, woke from my slumber.
"Wake up, young master."
"Just give five more minutes."
I groaned, reluctant to depart from my rest.
I half-heartedly attempted to shield my face with the blanket, only to have it abruptly whisked away.
Grudgingly, I turned my gaze towards the intruder who had disrupted my peaceful slumber.
Standing before was a woman in her thirties, clad in the classic maid uniform that effortlessly lded white and black. Her oval face was adorned with long eyelashes and a dainty mole below her lips, giving her an air of elegance.
Her raven-black hair was ticulously arranged in a neat bun.
From the recesses of my mories, I recognized her as Sarah—the head maid of the household and a prominent Milf character within the ga.
"Dinner is ready, young master," she announced as she started to fold the blanket.
"Young master,"
I thought to myself about a title that sounded unfamiliar when directed at , no one have ever called that, but it did feel good to hear.
"Could you bring my dinner here? I'm not in the mood to go outside."
I requested it because I was not in the mood to et my new family, and knowing that those family mbers played a huge role in the downfall of Eden in the ga, I wasn't ready to face them, or I could just ignore them, couldn't I?
"I apologize, young master, but the master has specifically requested your presence in the dining hall."
Unperturbed by my appeal, Sarah repeated herself.
"Fine."
With a sigh, I concede .
"Just give a mont to change."
I requested, swiftly making my way to the bathroom before she could stop .
"Click".
With a soft click, the bathroom door opened, revealing my reflection in the mirror.
My new appearance greeted —a height of around 5 feet 4 inches, pale skin, and a face that retained traces of my childhood innocence.
As I peeled off my nightwear, my attention turned to my body. At approximately 13 years old, I noticed my slender fra. The mirror offered a clear view of my features—baby-faced yet bearing the potential for maturity.
And at last, with so anticipation, I slipped down my pants, and after seeing my package, I was kind of happy, as from the way it looks, it will grow into a monster in the coming years.
"It has the potential of becoming a BBC." .
I chuckled at my own joke.
Amidst the levity, a sense of readiness settled within . I steeled myself for the upcoming family drama that awaited beyond the bathroom door.
I opened the shower so I can cool my head from so cold water.
Glancing back at my reflection, I couldn't help but wonder if this was truly a ga or a world that closely resembled with the ga.
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