Kiran woke up.
He barely remembered anything from the eleven lives he had lived.
Yet, he still remembered all of the emotions he had felt, and the key aspects of his past lives were still there.
He wasn't sure who he was anymore.
For a long time, he just sat on the floor, looking at the dark tiles below.
He was thinking about the lives he had lived.
Who was he?
He noticed that more and more of the details vanished.
His real memories became more pronounced.
His real family.
His wish.
His purpose.
After an unknown period of time, he looked up.
And for the first time, he could actually see where he was.
He was in a grand hall, and in the middle of the hall was an imposing statue.
"You have survived," the voice spoke.
This time, Kiran could feel that it was the statue that was speaking to him.
Kiran didn't answer.
"Everyone has a purpose," the statue said. "Everyone has desires and wishes."
