The biting wind sent a chill through me, yet a strange heat surged beneath my skin. As I gazed up at the snowy peaks, the echo of my body slamming against the railing still rang in my ears. For a moment, I couldn't discern if this was a dream or reality. The referee's whistle pierced the air, signaling the start. My gaze fell upon my opponent, Emory Barron. Her stance was exactly as I remembered, like a scene from a dream... or a past life. I launched myself from the top, but instinct took over, and my body veered slightly off course. The crowd, filled with anticipation for their favored champion, erupted in cheers. But my focus shifted to Julia Travis, standing at the edge of the track, her brow furrowed as she noticed my slowing speed. Thoughts churned, and my skis spun out of control. This time, I didn't attempt to regain control. The skis detached, flying off the track. Standing too close to the edge, she was hit hard on the leg by the flying ski. The crowd fell silent as the referee immediately called a pause to the competition. I stared at the broken ski, then at Julia, writhing in pain on the ground. It finally dawned on me—this was no dream or hallucination. I had truly been reborn! Gripping my ski poles, I swore to myself, "In this life, Julia will pay!"