Reincarnated as the Universe

I’ve never seen color.

I’ve never seen my face.

I’ve never seen my family.

I’ve never seen my friends.

I’ve never seen anything but darkness.

I was born blind.

It disappointed my parents and siblings.

But they still took care of me.

They loved me for who I am.

Being blind might seem like a curse.

But for me, it was a chance.

A chance to use my imagination.

A chance to sharpen my other senses.

If I could have one wish, it would be to become strong.

Someone people can depend on.

Someone who saves lives.

Someone who fights off evil.

You’ve probably read books, seen movies with superheroes.

But for me? I’ve only heard about them from my friends and family.

I don’t think it’s worth spending money on something I can only hear, not see.

I’ve never read anything myself.

My mother reads to me.

She sits on my bed and reads out loud.

Because of that, I can imagine a lot of fantasies and dreams.

But I don’t know if any of them are close to reality.

My favorite stories are Japanese, Korean, and Chinese light novels.

Martial Arts, Slice of Life, or Fantasy—they all interest me.

Every story has its own hero. I like the ones with good heroes.

Of course, I can’t read. I’m blind.

My mother reads to me. Sometimes my siblings do too.

Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Autumn. Autumn Hall.

I’m a girl in my third year of high school, along with my younger sister.

The bell rings. The day is over.

My sister guides me out of school.

I’m very close to my sister.

She’s been taking care of me for years.

She’s never abandoned me.

She’s someone I can depend on.

She’s someone I want to be like.

We walk down the street until we reach the traffic lights.

I can’t see them, but my sister tells me where we are.

That’s what she usually does.

It helps me keep my thoughts organized.

Don’t ask why.

The lights turn green, and we walk across the street.

-toot, toot, toot-

Out of nowhere, I hear a vehicle horn.

It sounds like a truck.

-bang-

I don’t feel the impact.

But it’s ironic.

I get run over by a truck.

What better way to end my life?

I love novels about transmigration, where the hero gets hit by a truck.

Truck-kun. That’s what they call the trucks.

You’d think I’d be sad that I died?

Not really. I’ve never seen my family or friends.

I only know their voices.

I try to move, but I can’t feel anything.

There’s no smell either.

No sounds.

It feels strange.