Prologue
People believed in all sorts of things. God, either plural or singular, magic, miracles, the almighty President of America, their own undisputable logic, and so on. I was a person too, one of gazillions ever to wonder this Earth. So I guess I had to believe too. Though for me, that belief was usually placed in other people, which is charming as it is dangerous. I even let myself believe some crazy happenings that were ever so often featured on local news. I mean, miracles do happen. I knew that. I was, after all, part of one myself.
But even with all that, I could never bring myself to believe in a concept so difficult to grasp as Reincarnation. See, as a child, I often dreamt of strange worlds. Not the dream dreaming kind, mind you. I was very much awake and aware, though of what, I now cannot say. Many years have passed since, and all I have left with me now are shattered pieces of a life, a world made up by my overly active childish imagination. Still, I think of those memories fondly, since they always seemed much more exciting than the dull life I led at that time. Not for a second did I actually believe that those were fragments of a reality I once lived in.
Imagine my surprise when a recurring figure of those precious daydreams suddenly emerged in my very real, adult life. And he was not alone.
