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In the realm of legends, a tale unfolds, Of Ravan, the mighty, whose story holds. When Lord Ram's arrow struck his final blow, His followers, in sorrow, took his body to go. In a secret place, they hid it away, Seeking to revive their king, they did pray. But nature's laws stood firm, unwavering true, Reviving Ravan, an impossible pursuit. Yet hope sparked within their devoted hearts, A solution emerged, a plan set to embark. They divided his power, his essence untamed, Into ten bodies, Ravan's legacy proclaimed. Ten souls enriched with his force and might, Each carrying a part of his grand cosmic light. This legend, some say, is more than just a tale, A belief held dear, where truth may prevail. Through generations, whispers carried this lore, Of Ravan's divided essence, forevermore. A captivating myth, stirring hearts with wonder, Intriguing those who ponder and ponder. For in the realms of myth, truth intertwines, And legends endure through the passage of time. The story of Ravan, divided and reborn, A tale that sparks curiosity, forever to adorn.

Sushil_Sagolsem · Fantasy
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15 Chs

Beginning of the world

In the dim-lit chambers of the ancient pyramid, Mathew's eyes traced the intricate Sanskrit inscriptions etched into the weathered stone walls. The glyphs whispered secrets, their syllables resonating with cosmic echoes. As he deciphered their cryptic meanings, the very fabric of existence seemed to unravel before him.

**The First Dawn**:

In the vast expanse of emptiness, a symphony arose,

A cosmic vibration, where eternity chose to compose.

From the void emerged "Om," the sacred seed,

Its resonance birthing the universe, a celestial creed.

**The Dance of Creation**:

Brahma, the cosmic architect, with grace untold,

Danced upon the celestial waters, a spectacle to behold.

A thousand arms weaving galaxies, stars, and more,

Each movement birthing epochs, creation's grand encore.

**Mount Meru, the Axis Mundi**:

In the heart of existence, Mount Meru stood,

A colossal peak, bridging realms as it should.

Roots delving deep into the netherworld's embrace,

Summit touching the gods, a sacred dwelling place.

**The Churning of the Ocean**:

Devas and asuras, united in their endeavor,

Churned the cosmic ocean, seeking nectar to savor.

From its frothy depths emerged celestial treasures rare,

Moon, Kamadhenu, Sanjivani, blessings beyond compare.

**The Wheel of Time**:

Kala, the cosmic timekeeper, spun destiny's wheel,

Yugas flowed like tides, each epoch's tale to reveal.

Satya, Treta, Dvapara, Kali—cycles intertwined,

A tapestry of trials and triumphs, fate unconfined.

**The Divine Trinity**:

Vishnu, the preserver, reclined upon serpentine slumber,

Avatar after avatar, restoring dharma in numbers.

Shiva, the destroyer, danced the Tandava divine,

Annihilating illusions, unveiling truths that shine.

As the final syllables echoed, the chamber trembled in awe,

For Mathew's quest had just begun, a seeker without flaw.

The gods watched, curiosity kindled, from astral thrones above,

An audacious treasure hunter, unraveling the cosmic tapestry with curiosity