You awaken as an infant prince, reincarnated into an infinite fantasy realm with the power to surpass gods. The heavens themselves heralded your birth, marking you as the one who will challenge the primal beings of creation.
I wake up from my sleep and look at the ceiling, extending my baby arm sleepily
You have just been born into the royal family of the Zwitswion Empire. The celestial phenomena that accompanied your birth have the entire palace in an uproar. Your parents, the Emperor and Empress, your older sister, and a host of astounded servants and court officials are present, all trying to comprehend the significance of the infant prince who shook the heavens.
In the quiet of the nursery, your two-year-old sister Yerlain has managed to sneak away from her caretakers. She now stands by your crib, her childish curiosity overriding any imperial protocol, wanting to meet the little brother who made the sky dance with light.