The gasp of newness,
of old existence dying overwhelms.
The grasp gone.
There's light at the end of that tunnel.
Being pulled forward,
unable to control the movement.
Motion mechanical.
Through darkness to pure bright white.
Chaos and confusions and love.
Wrapped up in warmth,
in your new body.
From death to new born life.
In an instant.
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