Saturn's presence thickened the void, as though time itself had slowed to listen.
The darkness around them was not empty—it was layered, folded with unseen dimensions flowing silently past one another. Aeon stood motionless, his Supereons stable, yet faintly vibrating under Saturn's proximity.
Saturn:
"Now, we come to the timelines."
Aeon straightened instinctively, though there was no ground beneath his feet. Saturn's voice did not echo—it arrived already complete, as if spoken from within Aeon's own temporal core.
Saturn:
"What you are about to witness are not visions, nor illusions. They are temporal records encoded into reality itself. When a timeline introduces itself, it will pass directly through your consciousness. Every event—every rise, every collapse—will imprint upon you in a single instant."
Aeon listened in absolute silence.
Saturn:
"Inside a timeline, you will experience the passage of one full day. Outside, your physical form will remain frozen for less than a fraction of a second. Time will not slow for you—only your perception will expand."
Saturn paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle.
Saturn:
"Observe only. Do not interfere. If you touch anything—living or dead—your Supereons may destabilize. Your temporal age may regress… or accelerate. You may return as a child, a youth, or a breath away from death."
Aeon lowered his head slightly.
Aeon:
"May your wisdom guide my Supereons, my lord."
Saturn:
"Listen fully. Speak only when permitted."
The void responded.
Space unfolded, not outward, but inward. Four immense timelines revealed themselves—vast temporal streams cutting through existence, each radiating a distinct presence, each governed by its own law.
Saturn:
"There are only four timelines sustaining this plane of existence."
With measured clarity, he named them.
Saturn:
"ChronoVeritas — the White Timeline."
"ChronoVirtus — the Grey Timeline."
"Tritinox — the Brown Timeline."
"And Vernox — the Black Timeline."
Each name resonated through Aeon's Supereons, imprinting itself like a cosmic seal.
Saturn:
"You may speak now, child."
Aeon studied the timelines carefully, feeling their pressure, their weight.
Aeon:
"I have no questions, my lord."
For the briefest moment, Saturn's presence softened—not in weakness, but in approval.
Saturn:
"Then we begin."
The white timeline brightened, its structure calm yet immeasurably vast.
Saturn:
"ChronoVeritas. Also known as the Age of Gods and Truth."
Aeon felt its pull—not forceful, but absolute.
Saturn:
"Aeon, align your Supereons with the temporal frequency of the ChronoVeritas Timeline."
Aeon:
"As you command, my lord."
Aeon turned inward. His Supereons responded, adjusting their resonance, matching the rhythm encoded within the timeline. The process was delicate—any misalignment could fracture his temporal integrity.
Saturn:
"Proceed."
Aeon concentrated.
Aeon:
"Am I synchronizing correctly, my lo—"
Pain tore through him.
His consciousness fractured—not violently, but completely—pulled forward, disassembled, and rewritten into temporal awareness.
Saturn:
"Your Supereons are entering resonance. You will not hear me once you cross. Govern your actions wisely."
Aeon's final thought escaped—
Aeon:
"Yes, sir—!"
Saturn did not hear it.
Inside Aeon's Consciousness — ChronoVeritas
Aeon was no longer singular.
He existed across countless moments simultaneously. Births, deaths, civilizations rising without conquest, knowledge passed without greed. Third-dimensional beings lived not under fear, but under understanding.
This was the Age of Truth.
There was no crime—because deception did not exist.
No suffering born of hatred—because hatred had no foundation.
The 3D beings lived longer lives, not due to altered biology, but because their minds were unburdened. Their Supereons flowed steadily, undisturbed by inner conflict.
Aeon witnessed cities without walls, societies without hierarchy of fear. Knowledge was shared, never hoarded. Power was not accumulated—it was entrusted.
Above them existed beings without fixed form—undefined dimensional beings. They were not rulers. They were guides.
The 3D beings called them Deva.
There was no blind worship. Only resonance.
Aeon felt something unsettling beneath the perfection.
The connection was pure… but fragile.
There was no resistance. No opposition. No failure.
And Aeon understood—
Perfection leaves no room for growth.
The realization struck him harder than any force.
Before he could stabilize his Supereons, the timeline released him.
Aeon gasped as sensation returned.
The void reassembled around him.
Saturn:
"How much time did you experience inside?"
Aeon:
"A full day… at least, that's how it felt."
Saturn:
"You exaggerate."
A pause.
"It was one second."
Aeon steadied his breathing.
Aeon:
"Exactly as you explained in the beginning, my lord."
Silence followed.
Then—
Saturn:
"Good. You listened. That is the spirit."
The white timeline dimmed slightly as Saturn shifted his focus.
Saturn:
"Now, we proceed to the next."
The grey timeline stirred.
Saturn:
"ChronoVirtus. The Age of Balance."
Aeon nodded, his Supereons already adjusting.
Saturn:
"It is still an age of gods and mortals—but no longer perfect. Drift."
Aeon released his resistance.
His consciousness flowed smoothly into the ChronoVirtus Timeline.
Aeon's Consciousness — ChronoVirtus
Truth still existed—but it wavered.
Righteousness endured—but it bent.
Aeon saw virtuous people touched by desire. Honest minds tempted by pride. Greed appeared—not everywhere, but enough to matter.
The bond between 3D beings and undefined dimensional beings weakened.
Some gods were questioned. Others were idealized.
Aeon observed kings—once servants of balance—now symbols of hope and authority. People believed that one day a god would descend, end their suffering, and restore perfection.
Faith remained—but it was no longer mutual.
Aeon felt instability within the timeline. Not chaos—but tension.
This age was strong… yet vulnerable.
And for the first time, Aeon sensed it clearly—
The beginning of decline.
His Supereons trembled as ChronoVirtus flowed around him, preparing him—whether he wished it or not—for what was yet to come...
Dharma stands on 3 legs (out of 4): truth and virtue remain strong but are no longer perfect.
Humans are still spiritually advanced, but desire, ego, and ambition begin to appear.
Lifespan decreases compared to ChronoVeritas, yet people live long and disciplined lives.
Yajnas (sacrificial rituals) become the main spiritual practice instead of pure meditation.
Gods and Humans -
A close connection between Devas (gods) and humans still exists, but it is less direct than in ChronoVeritas.
Society starts forming hierarchies—kings, warriors, sages—introducing power structures.
This is the era of Lord Ramam,
Rāmam is considered lord Vishnuvardhan's seventh avatar, representing ideal righteousness, duty, and kingship.
Saturn : let's continue with the remaining two timelines Aeon..
Aeon : on it my lord....
To be continued...