Bhram studied them both in silence, his gaze steady and unreadable.
"You two know each other?" he asked at last.
"Yes," Eenos replied without hesitation.
Aeon's eyes never left the luminous core before him. "This time, I am going to see through the original you Eenos."
Eenos exhaled slowly, a faint smile touching his lips. "Then it's time for me to go."
"Wait—" Bhram began.
But Eenos was already stepping back. "See you soon, Aeon."
The space around Eenos folded inward. His form blurred, dissolving into nothing, leaving behind only a lingering sensation—cold, sharp, and unsettling. The smile he wore as he vanished was not kind. It carried something darker. Something watchful.
Aeon did not turn. "Let him go, Bhram. It's a long story. I'll explain it later."
Bhram clenched his jaw. "Fine. But why did you try to touch it?" His voice hardened. "The time core of Mahesh is not something you approach casually."
"I wanted to witness the history of the 3Ds," Aeon replied. "To understand how this planet was formed."
Bhram shook his head. "Touching it directly is not the right way, buddy."
Aeon finally turned to him. "Then tell me the right way."
Bhram took a breath, long and controlled.
"There is one way. You must go through it, not into it."
Aeon listened as Bhram continued, his voice measured and precise. "Synchronize the superone flow of your body with the environment. Do not impose yourself upon the core. Let your flow merge with its surroundings. Only then can you touch the time core—through alignment, not force."
Bhram paused, then added quietly, "If you want to survive time gambling, you must stop unfolding things directly with your consciousness and body combined. Time does not forgive intrusion."
In other words, stop touching things like other's time core with your body instead of your consciousness..got it ??
Aeon : Got it!!
As he spoke, Bhram reached inward. An atom separated from his form, drawn out as if gently plucked from existence itself. It transformed in his palm, dissolving into a refined stream of superone flow—more stable than before, more familiar, resonating closely with Aeon's own frequency and flow of supereons in his body.
Bhram adjusted the flow carefully, reducing its raw strength, shaping it until it matched Aeon's internal rhythm. Then, with deliberate precision, he merged it into Aeon.
"A total of 750,885…" Aeon murmured as the energy spread through him. "Damn. I feel strong."
Bhram smiled—warm, sincere. "You'll need them. Use them properly."
He stepped back. "Time for me to leave."
His form began to fade from the bottom upward, dissolving into layered fragments of light. Even as he vanished, his expression remained gentle, filled with quiet faith.
"Why?" Aeon called out. "Just wait!"
"Do as I said," Bhram replied, his voice already thinning. "You'll meet me again. But first—you must successfully meet Mahesh. Goodbye."
"Me? I'm going to meet Mahesh?" Aeon whispered.
Bhram was gone.
Aeon turned back toward the time core and began.
Elsewhere, Saturn observed in silence.
"Bhram," Saturn said, his voice calm but edged with scrutiny. "You seem unusually interested in Aeon."
Bhram lowered his head. "My lord… I almost told him the name. Forgive me."
He hesitated. "Please grant me permission to return to my 3D home."
"You may move," Saturn replied.
"Have a good sol, sir," Bhram said, bowing.
Saturn's gaze followed him—sharp, piercing.
As Bhram moved away, he muttered under his breath, "At least I'm safe. He looks terrifying when he's angry." He smiled faintly.
With a very soft and warm heartedly Bhram said "Saraswat… I'm coming."
"Be careful with your thoughts," Saturn warned. "Especially when you stand before me. You know I can read them."
Bhram said nothing. He bowed once more and vanished.
Aeon centered himself.
"Alright," he whispered. "Let's do this the right way."
He drew out his consciousness, allowing it to expand—not outward aggressively, but smoothly, like breath filling a vast chamber. His awareness spread until it wrapped around the crystalline time core of Mahesh.
Superones began to flow.
Clockwise. Anti-clockwise.
Both directions at once.
Aeon adjusted continuously, feeling the resistance, the rhythm, the ancient inertia of the core. Slowly, he shrank his flow, refining it until it no longer pressed against the core—but moved with it.
Then he touched it.
Reality inverted.
In the very instant contact was made, Aeon vanished.
Eenos, watching from afar, narrowed his eyes. "Where did he go?"
Aeon awoke inside silence.
Not emptiness—silence.
He felt something ancient brush against his awareness. The superones flowing through the time core were old—older than sequence, older than origin. They had no starting point. They simply were.
"Where is this place?" Aeon asked. "How is it so huge inside? Why can't I see anything?"
No answer came.
Then a voice echoed—not from a direction, but from existence itself.
"Aeon… is it you?"
"My name is Aeon," he replied carefully. "And who are you?"
"Of course," the voice said gently. "It is me. Mahesh."
Aeon bowed instinctively, though he had no idea where Mahesh was. The sound surrounded him completely.
"You are blessed, Aeon," Mahesh said. "Tell me—what do you seek?"
"Nothing but knowledge."
"About what?"
Aeon steadied himself. "This planet. Why it is unique. Why it holds so many 3Ds. Why the alignment of sun, Earto, and moono is so precise. Why eclipses occur here as they do. I want to understand religions. And a rare material—wood. Why is it found here? And nowhere else?"
He paused. "And I want to know you and Bhram, also about the unknown lord who sent you to protect Earto."
Mahesh laughed softly. "Did you say Bhram?"
"Yes."
"A very old friend of mine."
Aeon felt warmth in the voice. "Every time I hear you speak, I feel safe. Blessed."
"You are a kind consciousness," Mahesh said. "You do not crave power or hatred. But you ask many questions at once."
"Then let's start from the beginning," Aeon said. "How did this globe come to life?"
Mahesh raised one of his hands.
From nothing, an ancient trident formed—drawn together from particles that should not exist. Its surface shimmered with dark matter and cosmic antimatter, pulsing softly.
"Watch," Mahesh said.
Mahesh revealed his true form.
Four arms unfolded gracefully from his being as he began to move. Each motion was precise, deliberate, flowing like a language older than sound. His final stance settled into Nataraj—the cosmic dancer.
Holding the trident, Mahesh moved.
The time core ignited, it started glowing.
Light surged through it as Aeon and Mahesh stood within. The cosmic timeline of Mahesh unfolded around them, layers upon layers of history spiraling outward.
Each gesture Mahesh performed reshaped perception itself. His hands carved meaning into the fabric of time. The trident traced arcs that echoed creation and collapse.
Aeon watched—unable to breathe.
For the first time, devotion overtook him.
Mahesh's form shifted continuously, dimensions sliding over one another as poses changed. His presence expanded, vast and overwhelming, yet perfectly controlled. The sanctity of his movements made his godlike form feel immeasurable.
"This," Mahesh said, his voice resonating through motion itself, "is Tandavam."
Holograms of Earto bloomed into existence around them—its formation, its evolution, its countless timelines unfolding in layered three-dimensional projections. Aeon could feel every incident across dimensions, yet could touch none of them. Aeon was now able to see the past of the globe and the people lived on it.
Mahesh was not merely showing history.
He was embodying it.
Aeon sensed Mahesh as rhythm itself—the pulse that binds the cosmos together. A presence expanding like endless space, steady like the heartbeat of time.
Worlds formed and collapsed in the gestures of Mahesh's fingers.
As he was performing mudras, matter was created then destroyed in an instant. This the balance is intact.
As the dance continued, space folded.
Unknowingly, Aeon and Mahesh drifted beyond Earto. Mahesh expanded further, his dimensional form growing so immense that the entire solar system rested upon Mahesh's palms like dust. Aeon's size was now as much as moono.
Aeon lay there—small, insignificant, yet protected— like an atom resting in the hands of divinity.
Reason dissolved.
Awe consumed Aeon.
After what felt like eternity, Mahesh slowed.
In a snap, his form folded inward, returning to the shape timeaseans could perceive. The cosmos collapsed back into stillness.
They were once again within the core.
Aeon bowed deeply. "The First and the Last. The Ever-Present. Watcher of all realities."
Tears formed, though he did not know why.
"What should I say?" Aeon whispered. "I have no words. Am I even worthy to stand before you?"
"You are," Mahesh replied gently. "You are the chosen one."
Mahesh placed a hand upon Aeon's shoulder. Aeon felt something change—his very code rewriting itself.
Aeon's binary code shifting its true nature.
His supereon flow was never like before.
It was changed and now..
"You may pass barriers now," Mahesh said.
Aeon smiled faintly. "I am incredibly lucky… to have a guide like you."
Mahesh nodded. "Now, answer me this."
And the conversation continued—threads of fate tightening,
The Time Nexus quietly aligning around Aeon, as unseen forces began to move.
To be continued...