How long had my soul been trapped in that orb? I had no idea. Inside the orb, you enter this state of limbo where you don’t really feel anything. You aren’t happy or sad; you aren’t bored or excited. You just exist with time passing as you wait for someone to touch your orb. I guess someone finally touched mine.
I had been a man on the brink of death when I took the risk of allowing my soul to be placed inside one of the magic orbs, and it seemed I was now a woman.
In a body once more, emotions began returning to me. I felt a sense of curiosity; I wasn’t sure if it was because of my new body or a lingering sense of what this woman was feeling that compelled her to touch my orb.
After looking at my own new hand with much fascination, I looked at my former orb. Her soul was now the one inside, and it would take a while to fully charge. I could only hope that one day someone would come along and touch it to release her in the same way she had released me.
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