You know who I am.

I cradled you, my child, in my arms as you took your first breath of air. I raised you into the warm light of day, into the world, into your life. That's it. That's who I am.

I am Life.

The symbolic quintessence of creation, hope, and love. The embodiment of goodness and sacrifice.

I live in the heavens, a place far from your reach for now. I am no longer on Earth. I was, a time long ago. I lived a pure life, and suffered a harsh death. The world was cruel and unforgiving to me. But I am far from struggle now. My past is behind me. I am no longer the person I was. Now, I am Life.

But this is not the story that we will be following today. It is not of my existence. This story is of those who live long after my death. The story of the very embodiments of purity, affection, freedom, sweetness, strength, generosity, carefulness, joy, intelligence, cheer, admiration, and leadership.

This is a story of those who have been reincarnated from a time and place from hundreds of years ago. A dark and severe time to be living. But now, even the darkest night has ended and the sun has risen once again, and those who lived, fought, and died so long ago now have a fateful opportunity to begin life again, and to renew themselves. To have their paths cross once again by destiny, and to live their lives far from distress and suffering, in happiness and amity like they deserved.

And so, our story begins.