Reborn as a Horse

He is a.........Horse...... He wakes up without warning—no tunnel of light, no sense of passage. One moment there is nothing, and the next there is weight in his limbs, heat in his breath, and the sharp, unfamiliar awareness of a body that is not human. Hooves scrape against wooden flooring. Straw shifts beneath him. The scent of hay, leather, and distant animals fills his lungs. Panic rises slowly as instinct and thought collide—he understands language, yet cannot speak it. He tries to move like a man and instead stumbles as a newborn horse. Voices approach from outside the stall. Calm, steady, unmistakably human. Female caretakers. Their footsteps stop nearby, followed by the soft creak of a gate. One of them murmurs in surprise—not fear, but curiosity—as she sees him standing there, newly arrived, trembling and unsteady. None of them know what he is. Not yet. And somewhere inside his mind, the last fragment of his old life fades, replaced by a single uncertain truth: he has been born here, in this body, on this farm… for a reason that has not been revealed. The stall door begins to open.