Kyle is walking along the sidewalks of South Park, a slightly satisfied expression on his face. He's grumbling as he walks, still thinking about the end of the Yggdrasil game and, of course, Cartman's death, which makes him feel a little lighter, but Kenny's death weighs on him.
Kyle (talking to himself):
Oh, yeah... you know what? At least Yggdrasil's closing gave me some fun. It was the last day. My mom made me go to bed early and I couldn't watch the ending like Kenny would have liked, and I... well, who would have thought Cartman would die for something so stupid? That was literally the best thing that happened to me this week. (pause, smiling cynically) I never thought I'd say this, but... I wish every day was like this...
Suddenly, in the middle of his walk, a bright beam of light shines directly on him, while Kyle, still unaware of what's happening, continues walking nonchalantly.
Kyle (staring straight ahead):
It's like the universe has something...
A military cargo plane, completely out of context and totally absurd, appears out of nowhere and flies toward Kyle at ridiculous speeds. With a "brrrrrrrrrt" sound, the plane hits him directly, throwing him to the ground like an inflated beach ball.
The sound of impact, the explosion, is heard.
Kyle (from the ground, as the plane continues flying and recedes into the distance):
WHAT THE HELL?!
Kyle, covered in dust, but completely unharmed. Suddenly, a random adult walks by, looking at the chaos.
Passerby (in a neutral tone):
Hey, things happen in South Park. You never know what's going to happen.
Meanwhile, Kyle dusts himself off, looking indignantly at the sky.
Kyle (shouting at the sky):
What the hell is this? A PLANE?!
Suddenly, the same ambulance that had hit Kenny and killed Cartman was passing by. But upon seeing the plane crash, it turned around, this time hitting Kyle.
The accident didn't kill Kyle, but it did leave him a vegetable, and his grieving parents decided to euthanize Kyle.
The next shot is completely black, with Kyle sitting in a chair, completely confused, while an angelic-looking woman with large white wings looks at him impassively. This woman seems a little upset, almost like a typical "woman who works a lot in the office and isn't willing to tolerate nonsense."
Angel Woman (with a forced smile):
Hi, Kyle Broflovski. I'm sorry to inform you that you've died.
Kyle (frowning, as if it were nothing new):
WHAT!? Seriously? A plane, and then an ambulance?! THIS CAN'T BE DONE, CAN IT?! I'm in limbo, damn it!!
Angel Woman (while looking through a large book in her hands, ignoring Kyle's attitude):
Yeah, well. As you know, life doesn't follow many rules. But anyway, now that you're dead, I offer you three options. Either you spend eternity as an old man in heaven, or you're reborn as a baby, or... (smiles wickedly) you're reincarnated in a fantasy world. A dangerous world, where you'll have to fight a "Demon King." No one in that world wants to be reborn, so I've arranged for people to be sent with their memories intact. For the latter, you can take a super talent or a powerful item with you.
Kyle (angry, crossing his arms):
A fantasy world? Seriously? What kind of joke is this? (mumbles skeptically) I don't know, it sounds like one of those traps where you have to pay attention to the fine print.
Angel Woman (with a cold smile, crossing her arms over her chest):
You'd be surprised what happens in those worlds. But if you want a few more details...
Angel Woman (speaking in a dry tone):
This is a world full of dangers, Kyle. Gigantic toads that devour children in a single bite, carnivorous plants that disintegrate their prey, and all sorts of creatures that have no problem killing you if you don't stay alert. And don't even mention the "Demon Kings"... they're not usually so kind. It's all a hell of a place full of chaos. But hey, don't worry. You don't have to take this path.
Kyle (with a wry tone, raising an eyebrow):
You know what? If I have to die, I'd rather stay dead. I don't want all this Japanese paganism or the hell Christians believe in, thank you.
Angel Woman (visibly annoyed, changing into a serious and threatening expression):
See, this is why you exasperate me, Kyle. Here you are, complaining about everything, as if it's easy for me to deal with people like you. But I'm going to teach you a lesson: if you don't take this seriously, I'll have you reborn in a much worse world, until you learn to respect other people's beliefs. (her tone becomes harsher) So... if Jews don't believe in hell, maybe it's time to show you one.
Kyle (with a sarcastic smile, not understanding the threat):
Oh, wait, what?! This isn't what they were telling me about. In the Synagogue.
Angel Woman (enraged, screaming as her eyes light up unearthly):
Kyle. You have no idea what you're causing. You will be reborn into a world where everything you believe is questioned, and where you will learn to respect the differences between religions!
The bright light intensifies and begins to wrap around Kyle again, lifting him up.
On the horizon, vaguely humanoid shapes can be seen moving, while a heavy air of hopelessness pervades the place.
The sound of soft crying erupts, the echo of a newborn child. The screen begins to blur as it focuses on the figure of a baby, its eyes still closed. In the background, several adult figures move rapidly, and the murmur of unfamiliar voices grows louder and louder.
Kyle (in his mind, confused and annoyed):
What... what's going on? What is this place?
Kyle observing his new body from the perspective of a newborn. It's clear he's not in a hospital or some kind of care center, but in some kind of cloister where nuns in ancient vestments move quickly. One of them, with a serious face, approaches the baby.
Nun 1 (speaking in a low, distant tone, while stroking the baby's forehead in a language Kyle had never heard in his life):
Arm yourself, look, she's a pretty girl. Could it be that Our Lady brought her to us?
Kyle feels completely lost, with the discomfort of not being able to understand a single word they're saying. The voices are strange; they don't seem to be English, and something about the melody of the sentences is completely alien to him.
Kyle (thinking, with growing confusion):
What the hell are they saying? I don't speak... is this German? Why can't I understand anything? Is this part of the damn joke?!
The nuns observe the baby with a mixture of tenderness and a touch of curiosity. The other nuns seem distracted, commenting among themselves.
Nun 2 (quietly, looking at the baby):
The baby girl appears to be from a noble family. Her skin color and the gentleness of her features are unmistakable.
Nun 1 (nodding):
All right, let's make it quick. Her fate is uncertain, but if the mother isn't here...
The nuns' murmuring continues as one of them bends down and begins wrapping the baby in a blanket, with a professional gesture. But for Kyle, the situation becomes even stranger as time seems to slow down. The surroundings he observes seem completely unrelated to any kind of modern hospital, as if he's in a much older era.
Kyle (thinking, puzzled):
Where am I? This isn't an ordinary hospital. What is this, an orphanage? And... are they calling me a baby? No, no, no...
The seemingly innocent baby is picked up by one of the nuns and quickly carried down the hall while others continue to murmur among themselves. Kyle begins to feel a strange pressure, as if trapped in that tiny, helpless body, but his mind remains clear and alert. It feels as if everything is happening around him, but he can't do anything.
Kyle (thinking, frustrated as he looks at his baby hands):
Wait a damn minute... No. NO. This can't be true! I'm a girl! (The voice of his conscience turns into an internal scream as he stares at his reflection in a metal surface near the crib). What the heck is going on?! How could I possibly be a girl?! This is crazy! THIS ISN'T REAL!
Kyle is fed by the nuns, smiling and fearfully watching everything happening around him. Occasionally, other nuns or children from the orphanage approach, but he feels completely isolated in his confusion. Slowly, the camera focuses on the strange language he can't understand and the nuns' gestures, as if everything were part of a puzzle he can't solve.
The scene moves quickly as the days pass. Kyle continues to watch and listen, trying to deduce what's happening. As time passes, the camera shows him a little older, with the ability to think and observe the world around him, but still trapped in the body of a child.
Kyle (thinking, while in a small room with a window overlooking an ancient city):
Why haven't I killed myself yet? And what is this place? This isn't a modern city, not even close. And... does this have something to do with... World War II? I don't know. But something tells me this is going to be even worse than the desert I saw before...
Kyle (looking at the books in the orphanage library, muttering to himself):
I have to learn this language. If I want to get out of here, I need to understand what they're saying.
Months pass, Kyle's eyes shining with determination as he listens to the nuns talking amongst themselves, trying to unravel the meaning of the words. His intelligence, though hidden by his age and appearance, begins to shine through as As time goes on, after much effort, Kyle finally begins to understand the basics of German, but he is forced to maintain his appearance of innocence.
Kyle (thinking, somewhat wearily, as he listened to the nuns talking about him):
Come on... This is ridiculous! But at least I can understand what they're saying now. "Tanya." Tanya Degurechaff... So that's what they called me. Well, I guess it's a good name. But what the hell does this mean?
One of the nuns approaches with a kind expression, looking at him as if he were a miracle, while Kyle makes an effort not to show what he knows.
Nun 3 (in a soft voice, stroking the girl's head):
Anya, my darling girl... What a good girl you are! (smiles sweetly).
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