Huh?

  What's going on...?

  The most recent event is the only thing lingering at the forefront of my mind.

  A sweet end; a horrifyingly sweet end.

  That's my st memory.

  I'm dead.

  I should be dead.

  But...

  Why do I hear crying?

  And not just hear crying:

  "Waaaaah~!"

  I'm one of those who are crying.

  It's not just a simple cry either, I'm bawling; my lungs are screaming as delicious oxygen is sucked through my nose and mouth repeatedly. A euphoria like nothing I've felt before is rushing through my veins, almost overwhelming my dazed, clouded mind.

  Turning my suspiciously clear vision around, I gradually adjusted to the blinding lights.

  But then:

  "Tower Master, the Mistress has given birth to two baby girls. Their Initial Mana Signatures are abnormally high, so congratutions."

  Hearing that aged dy's voice spring into my ears from above, my vision finally settled.

  Looking up...

  A couple of wrinkles lined her face. Her dark-blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, and she was dressed in a unique antique maid's uniform. Her bck eyes stared straight at me, and I seemed to be held by her...

  She's holding me.

  And it was then that the words she said before came fshing back to the forefront of my weirdly well-functioning mind.

  'Given birth to two baby girls.'

  This angle, the fact that she's holding me, and then turning my eyes to the figure she was talking to...

  A horrifying fact came to light.

  I'm not dead.

  I'm alive.

  But not as a young adult male.

  ...But as a baby girl.

  I don't know how to feel about this.

  Pissed that I'm no longer a guy?

  Or should I just be happy to be alive?

  The second one does sound more acceptable but still...

  While I was thinking this through, my cry naturally came to an end as my body seemed to calm down from the birth. The second after my body calmed down, I felt my body floating across to the hands of the other person in the room.

  The one she called 'Tower Master'.

  ...I tried to look at the person.

  ...I tried to gaze at them.

  But...

  Madness.

  That's all I could feel, and see, when looking at this person.

  Not a face, hair, a body; not even a silhouette.

  I can't even begin to comprehend their existence.

  All I can see is abhorrent madness.

  This personification of madness held us in their arms.

  I could feel what looks to be a gaze staring down at us, but I can't even confirm if that's the case. I'm incapable of even looking at them, it's like attempting to stare beyond an endless abyss; impossible.

  However, a short moment ter, the madness handed us to the maid-looking dy.

  And to my confusion:

  "Understood, Tower Master. Your instructions shall be carried out with precision."

  The maid was responding to something the Tower Master said, but why did I not hear a single word?

  Lost in confusion, I could only relent to the drowsiness of a baby's body and shut my eyes for some much needed rest.

  ...A baby's body is more of a hassle than I expected it to be.

  -----

  Hnng~

  Yawning with a satisfying stretch, my eyes fluttered open to the warm ceiling light. Lying down on a soft bed, I kept my gaze on the ceiling; I had a lot to think about.

  Mainly:

  What the hell is going on?

  Death and reincarnation?

  Is this a novel or something?

  Am I going crazy?

  Is this an illusion?

  A dream?

  ...I know it's not but this is making little to no sense.

  Not to mention my changed sex.

  With almost a twinge of remaining anticipation, I tried to reach my hand down to my genitals-

  Too short.

  My arms are tiny.

  I tried pushing my body up and taking a look, but the end result was the same.

  I'm too weak.

  That's one issue after another...

  Inwardly sighing, I could feel my drowsiness creeping in from the distance. It'll still take a while longer to set, probably half an hour or so, but it's coming nonetheless.

  This body is a hassle.

  Considering my ck of time, strength, and knowledge:

  Let's take in my surroundings for now.

  They said I have a twin sister, didn't they?

  Checking around, I quickly found another bundled up baby sleeping close to me on my right; they have a tuft of white hair on their head and a petite body, probably the size of an adult hand and a half.

  Staring at my twin sister, I watched her rustle in her sleep and gradually come awake. It was to be expected. We were born simultaneously and fell asleep at the same time shortly after our birth, so our sleepy rhythms are probably identical.

  Watching her pull off the exact same stretch I did moments ago, I chuckled inwardly at our uncanny simirities.

  With a ticklish sensation in my chest from her adorable movements, I watched her cute head tilt around with bnk confusion. And, after a couple of simir movements of looking around, she turned to look at me.

  It was when she looked at me.

  When those sizzling golden eyes stared at me.

  It was then that this life of horrors began.

  A life I dreaded yet couldn't help but be enchanted with all the same.

  My world changed at that moment.

  Forever.

  Ba-dump.

  With those enchanting golden eyes staring at me.

  Ba-dump.

  An emotion I was all too familiar with came flushing through my veins.

  Ba-dump.

  It devoured me, eating up all the adorableness, cuteness and innocence I was feeling seconds ago.

  Ba-dump.

  My face warmed up.

  Ba-dump.

  My cheeks flushed.

  Ba-dump.

  And all I could feel as I stared into those mesmerising golden eyes was the taboo of:

  Love.

  No.

  Nonononono.

  Horror gripped my chest.

  But.

  Though I should feel disgusted.

  Though I should feel a vile sensation in my mind.

  Though I should not be feeling these emotions at a baby, at my twin sister.

  I can't.

  And I can see it in her eyes.

  I can see the same emotions.

  Though still fragile, fresh, and confused; as a newborn should be.

  They are undeniably there.

  And at the moment, all I can think of is the one I saw before I fell asleep.

  The personification of madness.

  What did they do to us?!

  But-

  Butbutbutbutbutbttututututu-

  She's so cute.

  The horror within me grew.

  I still want to hug her though.

  I'm terrified of my thoughts.

  But the horror isn't stopping these emotions.

  I undeniably...

  My throat bobbed.

  Love her.

  Thrust into this madness, I watched her adorably sluggishly reach her arms out towards me. Her eyes blinked with unbearable cuteness as a sweet smile licked her lips.

  And before I noticed it, my arm was also reaching out to her.

  I don't know what that personification of madness did to us.

  But I do know this.

  We were born in love with each other.

  I don't know how they did this.

  But I've been in love before.

  And I know that these emotions are undeniably real.

  Pulling my arms back, I tried my hardest to reign in the emotions overflowing through my chest. Yes, this love is real, but it's also possible to retain control over myself without falling to the temptations.

  At least the love I know of is like that.

  Yes.

  The love I know of.

  -----

  It's been a week since I was reborn into this world.

  My sister and I's days are simple, we wake up from long bouts of sleep, the maid comes in, bottle feeds us, bathes us, changes our diapers, clothes, and then leaves us in the crib for the rest of the time.

  She occasionally flips us over to rest on our stomachs, but that's about it.

  Our days are monotonous with little to nothing happening in them.

  It's boring as hell.

  But being with my sister does make it bearable, her giggles when I tickle her are a joy to my ears.

  Yes.

  When I tickle her.

  Our positions are an arm's reach away now, plus I can move a tiny bit closer using my baby strength.

  So most of our days are spent face to face smiling at each other.

  '...'

  My heart won't stop pounding.

  Realistically speaking, I should hate the fact that I feel this way.

  But I don't.

  It's like my ability to create such bsphemous thoughts has been erased from our brains.

  The only thing I can feel towards our situation is dread and horror, but it doesn't change the fact I'm absolutely in love with my baby sister; a baby.

  Let me reiterate that a third time for you.

  A baby.

  This is wrong, at least, it should be.

  My common sense, logic, and rationale from my past life tells me so like a parrot squeaking in the back of my mind, attempting to remind me that that's the case.

  But I don't feel like it is even though I know it is.

  I don't think I'll be figuring out what the bundle of madness did to us for a while.

  Sighing, I used a lot of energy to lift my right hand and patted it down on her head. Gently running my fingers through her tufts of snow-white hair, her infectious smile spread from ear-to-ear as her ughter came rushing back out.

  To be honest, I don't think it should even be possible for a baby to smile at this age nor ugh or feel ticklish, but I digress. We're abnormal as we are.

  Giggling, she tossed and turned in pce as she tried to snuggle forward toward me.

  As, we're only a week old, it'll be a while before we can properly move around.

  And, lo and behold, her dazzling golden eyes eventually turned drowsy and her head bobbed up and down as she tried to stay awake.

  Reaching at her with my left arm, I wrapped it around her (as well as I could with my baby arms) and pced her into a loose snuggle.

  Just like that, we fell into another bout of deep sleep.

  ...And when I awoke again, she was crying from hunger.

  It is in moments like these that I am yet again reminded that she's still a baby.

  Yet.

  My love remains unchanging.