“Shantih! Shantih! Shantih!” the
chants of the Brahmins on the banks of the Ganges reverberated around the
woods. The sacred fire burnt in front of them, purifying their souls and their
offerings to the Gods above.
Slowly they picked up their humble
belongings and started walking back to their huts. The fire had shown them
visions, ones they were too scared to even talk. In the raging fires, they were
shown the world of Kali when the world would slowly move towards a realignment
of time, the ultimate Yuganta.
The world they knew, where
knowledge and light ruled, would lose its way. The pursuit of fame and glory
would leave behind a thousand battered souls and slowly the world would become
a darker place. People would forget why it’s important to be honest to oneself.
Lies, deceit, half truths would masquerade as the truth and we would lose track
of what to believe and what to reject.
In every step, humankind would
slowly move towards their final test where the world would be cleansed and
repopulated. That would once again turn the Wheel of Time. But what they had
seen was a possibility that the seeds of destruction of the world would be sown
without a hope for a rebirth. Unreasonable, argumentative, desperate for a
lifestyle they cannot sustain, mankind was racing towards a point of no return.
For years they prayed, hoping to
find a path for redemption for humanity. And yet answers failed them till one
day the answer came, “The Loss of Reason will spell the end of all things we
hold dear.”
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