A boy dies by a hurdling semi-truck, dying instantly and swiftly. . .
The boy expects death and nothingness but is met with a young tree sapling. Turns out this sapling is him, his new body. A realization comes to him. He's been reincarnated has a m...
"Through the white noise, a frequency like no other stands out..." - ???
Residing in an unknown space between the mind of her host, the dark energy entity rustles in its blooming activity.
All she could hear is white noise, a constant stream of crumbling rocks, stale waterfalls, stale Dark Mana, rustling of dry dead grass and branches.
Yet... She hear a distinct, unique sound. No... Not a sound, but a melody. A very... very beautiful melody. Instinctively she listens in, a lively melody in the middle of a corpse of a forest.
It was jarring, yet cathartic. Hearing nothing but dead white noise tires out the senses and welcomes boredom. As her host is nearing the source of the melody, a strange feeling overcomes her, pulses of clear, bright, energy.
No... not a singular energy, a cacophony of harmonizing manas, dark, light, air, fire, terra, water... All in harmony, splashing against and soaking into her very being.
It was such a wonderful feeling, a sensational high no drug can ever compete with. The more and more her host approaches the source, the more and more her senses come back to her. Her sight, her touch, her taste, her smell. She begins to instinctively materialize within the physical world.
She then sees the source of that wonder melody and sensation... A brown-trunk tree, it's green leaves shimmering with iridescence. A World Tree...
Her tendrils of dark Mana, radiating from her host. Conjoining with the harmonized Dark mana radiating from the World Tree. The high getting higher, too much almost bordering on pleasure.
She begins to commune, the sheer density of the sex-tuple mixed mana, infinitely enough of a medium to manifest and commune.
She wishes, no... desperately needs to commune with the World Tree. Her tendrils then fade... her communion having been accepted by the World Tree.
She then finds herself in a white environment, too bright, iridescent... She feels... like heaven... She looks at herself... she has hands, and a body, hair, and plump figure... she looks like her host Junko.
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"Uh... Hi?"
She turns around to face the voice just now, and sees a unassuming boy, wearing a jacket and baggy pants, his hair disheveled, there is not a sight of color on him, nothing but bleached white. But his eyes shimmering with a spectrum of colors...
She looks mesmerized, the dense feeling of power and mana radiating off him, like a star--- no not a star, a rushing, inverted singularity of a white hole.
"Are... you going to---"
"My name is Umbra..." She says introducing herself with a giddy smile.
