The Spirits Of Reincarnation

Life was an enigma.

Living was a journey.

Arjuna knows better. Sometimes he does, sometimes he doesn't. Loved for centuries long, his pair of slit golden eyes watched as time flew and era replaced with another era.

Sometimes, as he watches the time fly, he felt like he was alive.

Sometimes he doesn't.

Was he a reincarnation? No, he was stuck with his body mixed with the gift of Life, forever stayed in that form until the day his time meet its due. After all, not even the longest dragon was immortal. They just live long.

As Arjuna lived on, he thought about his dear fellows who lived among their respective previous nature despite was no longer the same being. Was it necessary? He thought. But they said no, they just do it for fun. And maybe some kind of familiarity.

Arjuna, who once a human, might reconsider their suggestion.

After all, it had been thirty hundreds years since he lived among human.