Following Nitin's surprising breakthrough, the Temple vast meditation hall became a crucible for Deva and Shakti. Guru Brahman, his voice a low, steady cadence, guided them into the same profound meditative state. Deva, naturally more attuned to the subtle energies of the world due to his unique encounter in the City of Nobles, found the stillness less a challenge and more an invitation. The oppressive feeling of the "trapping inside the night" resurfaced, but this time, it was not a fear-inducing void. Instead, it became a recurring, fragmented vision – glimpses of an ancient, cosmic dance between light and shadow, whispers of primordial laws that governed the very fabric of existence.
Deva saw swirling galaxies, the silent ballet of planets around stars, the inexorable pull of black holes, and the delicate balance that held it all together. It was a symphony of gravitational forces, a grand design that humbled him. yet also made him feel an intrinsic connection to its vastness. The oppressive darkness from the desert, the "trapping," now morphed into tendrils of a deeper understanding, a direct link to the universal forces of attraction and repulsion. Deva grappled with these abstract revelations, the immense scale of them threatening to overwhelm his consciousness. The volume of information, the cosmic hum of reality, was a dizzying assault on his mind.
Guru Brahman, sensing Deva's struggle, his subtle trembles, or a faint, unintended shimmer around his spear, moved closer. His voice, a steady anchor in the swirling cosmic chaos of Deva's mind, guided him. "Breathe, Deva. Feel the push. Feel the pull. Not just outside, but within. It is all connected. You are not trapped. You are becoming the connection." He helped Deva to channel the overwhelming sensory input, the cosmic symphony, into a practical understanding of energy flow and control, anchoring the infinite into the finite.
Finally, during one particularly intense session, as Deva focused on the balanced weight of the spear in his lap, feeling its resonant hum, a wave of pure force pulsed from within. It was subtle at first, a ripple, then a profound surge. The very air around him rippled, and nearby, small, unattached objects – a dropped feather, a stray pebble – began to levitate momentarily, then dropped gently back down. Deva had found control. Not just over gravity, but as gravity. He manifested precise pushes, pulls, and shifts, making the spear an extension of this newfound command. He could make the very ground beneath him heavier or lighter, subtly shifting balance, or creating localized pressure points.
The "trapping inside the night" still lingered in Deva's awareness, but now, it felt less like a prison and more like a sensitive antenna, a powerful link to the subtle, unseen energies and gravitational currents of the world. Deva slowly opened his eyes, the world appearing sharper, more defined by the invisible forces that shaped it. He looked at Guru Brahman, a silent nod of profound understanding passing between them. The exhaustion was immense, but it was overshadowed by a sense of clarity, a quiet power simmering beneath his skin. Deva had found his place in the grand cosmic dance, a guardian of the fundamental laws of existence, ready to wield the very fabric of reality against the encroaching chaos.
D.Nitin