[center:w7tf5uyy]The realm was cold; much more frozen than the world below. Colors and pigments swirled to form unusual hues and figures, proving the plane to be something much more vast than any adventurous imagination. Yet regardless of the false pretenses from which the realm survived from, the soul wandered aimlessly without a single emotion or thought, watching the living world evolve below. Even without thought, the soul did have a desire - a thoughtless, empty one - yet, a desire to live as the ones below did. To live for a goal, a reason for life, to breathe. To love, hate, live and die...just to become one with the astral plane over and over, then to be reborn into another life with the gained knowledge from before. It had happened only once to the lost spirit; a life it succumbed only to be destroyed a few days later by an unexpected tavern fire. The knowledge expected to be gained was doused just as fast as the flames had been.
An odd pang struck at the spirit's core, sending electrifying currents through the flubbery substance. A portal began to open before the soul, showing the world below with vibrant colors and shapes. Nothing but frozen ground, overcome by deceased shrubs and trees alongside wooden huts that could be considered homes. Icicles as long as branches hung from the doorways, threatening to damage any kind of trespasser or even someone familiar. There was not a single living soul about; the world looked as dead as the realm the spirit existed within - except one. However the barely beating heart could not exactly pass as a living being - but something close enough. The portal showed the young female dying from malnutrition and some type of virus; she was harshly dressed for the weather. She sat propped up against one of the bare trees, her hands resting lifelessly against her own drowning heart.
Though the scene would break the heart of any thoughtful creature, it was only seen as an escape to the spirit.
A way out of the damned realm.
A real life.
The spirit pressed through the portal; leaving behind the only realm it truly knew. The second the spirit passed through, the astral plane shut tightly behind the once-opened portal. There would be no re-entry, 'less the spirit came across death amongst the living realm. But there was something so much more important to the spirit than it's birth place or the failing life of the girl, and that something sat directly before it's very eyes. Silently the unnoticeable spirit bent forwards, resting a cool manifested hand against the girl's cheek. Death would claim her within mere seconds; the possession had to be completed immediately.
It was a rather quick process; though painful for the woman, painless for the soul.
In a split second the body became reoccupied by a new owner, the other's life floating carelessly away along with the freezing breeze. Fresh eyes opened to a brand new world; the spirit almost unable to take in the brightness without passing out. The body inhaled a deep breath, choking on the overwhelming sensation of air engulfing it's lungs. The body transformed into a more familiar appearance for the spirit; the females short golden locks straightening into silver strands, her once auburn eyes swirling into a crystal blue, the bodily figure morphing into something more petite yet built.
The occupation and transformation had been completed.
But now, she had to remember how to be "human" again.
She thought her name; the same name she had created during her last living cycle. Yet she couldn't speak. Nor barely move a single limb. Instantly the bitter cold nipped at every inch of pallid bare skin. The desire to vomit sat anxiously in the back of her throat. Fragile hands rushed to her throat in attempt to breathe through the ever-so-present sickness; apparently the virus had not left with the other's soul.
The problem with being a "newborn" was you forgot how to do everything.
Even how to breathe.[/center:w7tf5uyy]
