The mirror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. And that, I had come to realise, was the sign that I would die soon.
I was born into this world like any other child, but my memories were different. From the moment I opened my eyes, I knew that I had been here before. I remembered my past lives with vivid clarity, the joys and the sorrows, the loves and the losses. I had lost count of the number of times I had woken up to find a new body staring back at me, feeling the familiar sensation of confusion and disorientation.