Unbidden Soul

You are light. You begin to form—slowly, instinctively. You’ve done this before, though you don’t remember how many times. You don’t remember anything, really. But you know this feeling. You grow larger than expected. You curl into yourself, fetal, massive, silent. You feel eyes on you. Divine ones. They’re confused. They’re whispering. One says, “It’s reincarnated before.” Another replies, “But never through us.” You don’t speak. You don’t remember. You simply choose. You are a soul that has reincarnated countless times—on your own. This is the first time the gods have seen you. What do you do?