The Eyes Of A Dream That Fall Over Yonder.

Sacrifice.

So because I'm dead, does this mean that I'm a ghost? I didn't really believe in things like ghosts up until now; but seeing how I am right now, I can't really deny it.
Still, I can definitely feel the cold even now, so I can't say for sure that I became a ghost.
However, I can't really be sure that ghosts can't feel anything. Rather than thinking of myself as dead, for some reason, I feel that being alive in this situation makes much more sense.

So am I reborn? If the cold I feel is what this child feels, then that still makes sense.
So am I currently in that out-of-body experience situation? There are a lot of stories of people having a special power after being reborn, but is this mine?

It is convenient, but really? I've seen people that have memories of their past life on TV before, so it's not like I don't understand. But just like with ghosts, I didn't really believe it.

Now that I think about it, even if I was reborn as the baby right in front of me, the chances of me staying alive is really bleak.
That's because the room in which my body is located it, looks like one of those creepy summoning rooms in movies.

I've already tried leaving through the wall, but some sort of invisible force is stopping me from straying too far away from my body.

Is my second chance at life really going to get taken by a stroke of bad luck?!

I refuse to accept this, it's my time to shine, I'm supposed to be an Isekai protagonist y'know!

Really, what a bizarre place to be reborn. And though I’m in this terrible situation, surprisingly, I don’t feel any anger. Maybe it’s because I’ve already died once, but if I had to say, I’ve just given up now.

Still, I wonder why this is happening.
With skin white as silk, bright green hair, and yellow eyes that are as pure as gold, I’m quite the cute baby if I say so myself.
Shifting my gaze as I was thinking so, I met my own gaze.
It was like it was staring right at me, I could feel clear intent.

I was shocked by the sudden noise, but it looks like the child was just trying to reach for me with its little arms.
But either due to it’s short length, the tiny arms are once again drawn back to the bed

Right now, I — or should I say, my soul? — am out of my body.
In that case, there’s no way that my body is conscious at all. And yet, why is it gazing so intently at me?
Then I realized. I just rejected the possibility of being a ghost, but maybe I am some sort of thing possessing or inhabiting this child.

Perhaps I might be some sort of split personality even. If that’s the case, then this body isn’t mine, it’s this child’s.
It’s not a second life, not some sort of bonus stage, but the beginning of this child’s only life.
And yet, it still is chosen to become some sort of human sacrifice?!

It’s unthinkable that this child committed some kind of crime. At this age, it’s not like this child can do so. And even if something did happen, it’s the parent’s job to take responsibility.
The more I think about it, the more anger just boils in me. If it was just me, I would’ve accepted this as my fate, but if this child really has a separate soul, this situation is absolutely unforgivable.