Everything happened so quickly that an outside observer would have seen nothing more than a blink.
For me, however, the experience felt strangely stretched.
Time seemed unwilling to flow normally during the process. Seconds felt like minutes, while entire sequences of memories unfolded between moments that should have been instantaneous. It was as though my soul existed outside the normal passage of time while traveling along a path only it could perceive.
Eventually, I felt something waiting ahead.
The destination.
The soul imprint I had selected.
The instant contact was established, the pull disappeared and a new process began. My soul anchored itself to the waiting echo while reality rushed to rebuild everything that had been left behind.
