"Doctor! Doctor!"
The panicked voice of a nurse echoed through the sterile white room. The heart monitor, once beeping in steady rhythm, now displayed a single straight line. A long, continuous beep filled the air, signaling the inevitable. A doctor walked in, his face showing... boredom?
"His blood pressure’s crashing! No response!"
"Get the defibrillator! One... two... three!"
The body on the bed jolted—wait, what?
"Hah... it’s no use. We’re too late. There’s nothing more we can do. Record the time and date of death, and notify the next of kin." The doctor walked away, placing down the defibrillator.
’Wait, what?’
Reyhan could still hear everything—clearly. ’Hold on, you bastard! Don’t give up yet!’ he screamed internally.
"But, Doctor..." a young nurse spoke hesitantly.
Reyhan was still conscious. Very conscious. ’Yes, nurse! Stop that lazy doctor!’
"Why?" the doctor asked, turning his head to glare at her.
Reyhan’s hearing began to fade.
"It’s just... this patient has no family."
Silence.
Then...
Death.
Just like that?
No holy light. No soft voices from beyond the clouds. No angel handing him a VVIP ticket to heaven.
Only darkness. Silence. Cold. But not a piercing cold—more like... emptiness.
Reyhan felt himself floating, though to where, he couldn’t tell. No body. No heartbeat. Just... awareness, flickering on for some reason.
Then the wave came.
Not light. But memories.
Pain. IV needles. The smell of antiseptic. White hospital walls. Five years—FIVE YEARS stolen away by a disease so rare even doctors had to Google it twice just to spell it.
Friends faded away. His girlfriend dumped him via text. Family? None. He was an orphan raised in a group home. Reyhan spent his final years alone in a hospital bed that grew colder by the day.
"Five years I fought. Endured. I smiled even when I felt like puking blood every morning. I held on so I wouldn’t be a burden. I tried to be strong. But for what?!"
"I had no friends. Never dated again. Didn’t get married. No kids. The last time I held a girl’s hand was during a handshake with a nurse on my birthday last year. And now... I’m dead?"
"Life is such a damn cheapskate."
He laughed. Internally. A bitter laugh that turned into silent sobs.
"I can’t even cry. I don’t have eyes anymore."
Then, something changed.
Suddenly, he "opened his eyes"—though he didn’t actually have any.
His consciousness slowly rebooted, like an old computer that takes five minutes just to turn on.
Around him stretched a foreign world: stone buildings with classical designs, cobbled streets that looked slippery when wet, and people dressed like they walked straight out of a history book—or an overly committed cosplay convention. The market buzzed with chatter, horse neighs, and the clang of a blacksmith’s hammer. The air smelled like warm bread, sweat, and... something cheesy best left unmentioned.
Sunlight poured from a clear blue sky.
But he noticed one thing right away.
He... had no body.
No hands. No feet. No shadow. Not even a breath to sigh dramatically. And weirdly... he could still see. Hear. Feel.
’What is this...?’ he thought, half-panicked, half-wondering if this was God’s idea of a slow-burn prank.
He tried to move, but there was no sense of walking or stepping. Only... movement. His perspective shifted rapidly, like he was being carried by a breeze which—ironically—was him.
In an instant, he "saw" a dense forest with towering trees, a small town beside a river, a village where goats were... mating? Even an underground ant nest.
He witnessed affairs behind thin walls, children being bullied in alleyways with sticks, and an old woman singing to her lost child’s clothes.
Each "blink" of his mind brought him to another corner of this world. Endless. Limitless. Like an infinite TikTok scroll—only more depressing and with no "like" button.
"What’s going on with my vision? Why does it feel like I have thousands—no, millions of eyes?!"
He almost fainted from the panic—if wind could faint, that is. It took a long while, and several mental breakdowns, before he managed to narrow his focus to a single point. Like closing all browser tabs open since 2012.
And when he finally did...
He realized something.
He floated lightly above a busy marketplace. People walked, laughed, argued, and bought bread without realizing there was an invisible entity drifting among them... trying to figure out his own existence.
"So... I’m wind. Great. I used to want a house, a wife, and two kids. Now I’m natural ventilation."
Reyhan couldn’t accept it.
Not human. Not monster. Not some demon with glowing horns and flaming wings. Not even a cute slime with insane evolution potential.
Wind. Just... wind.
"Why couldn’t I reincarnate as a person? Or at least something alive that could—you know, marry, have kids... touch things!" he thought bitterly. "There’s not even a system! No mysterious voice saying, ’Welcome to the new world’ or whatever!"
The bottled-up anger inside him burst—and without realizing it, he released a gust of energy in all directions.
Unfortunately, he was floating above a crowded marketplace.
In a moment, a sudden breeze slipped through the crowd.
A young girl was strolling calmly, a basket of apples in hand. Her face serene, her steps light. Behind her, a nervous-looking young man trailed behind, clearly about to confess something.
Then... the wind hit.
Her skirt fluttered up—just for a split second. But long enough. The poor guy instantly looked like the main suspect in a major crime. His face turned pale, then red, then panicked like a rabbit in a dragon’s den.
The girl slowly turned around, eyes gleaming with fury.
The boy stammered, though Reyhan couldn’t understand a word. But the expression said it all: "It wasn’t me!" and "Please believe me!"
The slap came like lightning.
Smack!
Everyone around froze. Even a chicken stopped laying its egg.
Reyhan—if he still had a heart—would be pounding from guilt.
"Ouch... that looked painful..." Reyhan winced, guilt and amusement mixing inside him.
He drifted away from the scene, feeling half-ashamed, half-giggling.
"Yikes... if this were an anime, the narrator would’ve said, ’And that’s how his first love ended in tragedy.’"
He floated gently with the breeze, down smelly alleys that were brutally honest about their fish content, and into the broader city streets.
Along the way, he noticed something—glimmering, transparent creatures hovering near people. One floated above a child’s head, another perched on an old man’s shoulder, and another clung to a cane as a grandma watered her plants.
"Spirits...?" Reyhan thought. "So that’s what they look like."
Some were like glowing orbs, others like miniature humans with wings, and one even looked like... a blender? But cute.
He approached a lazy-looking spirit rolling around on a rooftop.
"Hey bro... can you talk?" Reyhan asked.
The spirit didn’t respond. Just spun slowly, humming to itself. "La la la... nothing to do today..."
Reyhan sighed—metaphorically, of course. "Okay, noted. Spirits here can be unemployed too."
He floated on, passing a pair of butterfly-shaped spirits in the middle of a singing battle?
"God... this world is weird."
Then a thought struck him.
"If they can take forms like that, maybe I can too... evolve? Not just be wind, but—A SUPER HANDSOME MAN-SHAPED WIND WITH EPIC LIGHTING EFFECTS!"
He paused. "...Okay, that’s too anime."
At the edge of the city, Reyhan arrived at a massive gate, guarded by a soldier who was snoring while standing. The horse beside him looked way more alert.
Reyhan looked up at the sky. White clouds floated lazily. Birds flew freely. And above all that... stretched an endless blue sky.
"If I could reach up there... maybe I’d see more. Maybe the answer’s up there."
Reyhan tried to ’move’ upward, soaring quickly. But after a few minutes...
"Man... this is taking forever. I guess even wind has a speed limit."
He stopped and thought for a moment.
"Wait a sec... wind’s everywhere, right? It’s in the mountains, the ocean, even under your shirt when you ride a motorcycle."
He chuckled. "Logically, if I am wind... I shouldn’t need to ’move’ to get somewhere. I should just... connect to the consciousness of the wind at the destination."
He tried to focus. Think of the sky. Think of the air above the clouds. Think of... birds. But not a specific bird—that just messed it up.
And then—whoosh—in an instant, his view shifted.
Sky. Pure sky. The sun was so close it felt like he could touch it. The clouds clumped together like soap bubbles in a five-star hotel bathtub—something Reyhan had only ever seen in commercials.
"HELL YEAH, IT WORKED!"
His voice echoed through the entire troposphere.
A crow that had been flying leisurely nearby swerved sharply, nearly crashing into a cloud.
"Sorry, bro. Just testing a new feature."