Born To Magic

Reincarnation is a concept that everyone secretly hopes is real. After all, who wouldn't want a second chance? A chance to live another life, to fix our mistakes, to rewrite our regrets. The idea is as enticing as it is fantastical.

I've read countless stories about reincarnated geniuses—infants who conquer the world before they can walk without wobbling. But my reincarnation… Let's just say it didn't follow the usual script.

It started on an ordinary evening. I had just stepped off the metro, exhausted after a grueling day at work. The cool breeze did little to ease the weight of my fatigue as I stood by the station, scrolling through the news on my phone and waiting for my cab.

To my surprise, the cab arrived sooner than usual. But as I opened the door, I noticed something odd: someone else was already sitting in the back seat.

He was a man in his twenties, sharply dressed in a tailored suit that fit him like a second skin. His chiseled features and confident demeanor gave him the air of someone important. But wait—I was certain I hadn't agreed to share my ride with anyone.

Puzzled, I slid into the seat beside him and turned to the driver.

"Hey, what's this? I didn't book a carpool."

The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror, smiling apologetically.

"Oh, he's a friend of mine," he explained. "He needed some help, and I figured you wouldn't mind."

I frowned but decided not to make a fuss. "Fine," I muttered, sinking into my seat and returning to my phone.

Moments later, the stranger beside me spoke.

"Sir, I need a small favor." His voice was smooth, polished—like he was used to convincing people of impossible things.

I looked up, wary. "What is it?"

He held up a sleek headset, its design modern and minimalistic.

"I've started a new company. We're developing these headsets, and I'm gathering feedback on our first prototype. If you don't mind, could you try it out? Maybe listen to a song or two and tell me what you think?"

I raised an eyebrow. "A start-up founder riding in a cab, asking strangers for product opinions? Sounds like business isn't booming."

He chuckled. "Oh, the business is doing well enough. But I believe in firsthand feedback, so I've been hanging around the metro to meet people who might give me honest opinions. Once you've tried it, I'll hop off and leave you to your evening."

His logic was odd, but the headset itself looked intriguing. I shrugged. "Alright, let's see what you've got."

He handed me the device, and I slipped it over my ears.

The moment I did, everything changed.

The world vanished. My vision dissolved into darkness, and my senses abandoned me one by one. It felt as though I had fallen into an endless void, weightless and untethered.

When I woke up, I wasn't in the cab. I wasn't even myself.

I was a baby. A crying, squirming infant in a cradle, staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling in an unfamiliar place.

And that was how it all began.