[ WP ] In the realm where souls reside before we 're born , everything is pretty great . There 's no poverty , no one wants for anything , everyone knows their role and purpose . It is , essentially , perfect . But that perfection is accomplished via draconian law : the only punishment is the `` birth penalty ''

You smile when you remember it. 
 
 Smiles are so strange, this face is so strange. 
 
 You've grown accustomed to all of this movement, though it took time. 
 
 It used to be so simple. You could just be warm, happy, content. 
 
 That simple state, being, is all you remember from what feels like a distant dream. 
 
 Dreaming. 
 
 That's the closest you come anymore. The closest to just existing. 
 
 All of this new world is so unpredictable, so random. 
 
 To think this is what you wanted. 
 
 You yearned for a change, something, anything unstable. 
 
 This is what you got in return. 
 
 When you stop and think, it's almost hard to tell which is the punishment. 
 
 To be the immovable stone of contentment, or to feel the rush of change as your world fragments into destruction. 
 
 Which one is the real punishment?
