NISARGA "THE PREHISTORY"
"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end."
[ Sanskrit: नवारंभःरंभःअन्यारंभरंस्यांतादायाति
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(Navārambhaḥ Anyārambhasyāntādāyāti)
Meaning: Every new beginning is a result of the end of a previous one a cycle of creation and destruction.
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The voice of creation whispered - "Ye duniya kaise bani?"
How was this world born?
In the silence before time, there was no sky, no land, no dream - only a pulse.
That pulse became sound.
That sound became light.
And from that light burst the beginning of everything.
The universe unfolded like a thought finding words, a symphony of creation echoing through nothingness. Stars ignited, galaxies bloomed, and from the heart of the first explosion the Big Bang - scattered the seeds of divinity: stones of unimaginable power.
Each stone shimmered with its own color, its own will black, navy red, golden, sapphire green... and others whose names were lost before they could be spoken. ↓
Together, they wove the endless rhythm of the cosmos the cycle of birth, growth, and oblivion.
And thus began the story of creation... and the curse of remembering it.
The cycle of the world
Each stone began the endless rhythm — birth, growth, collapse, and rebirth.
They were not lifeless gems but entities of will, carrying memories of what once was… and whispers of what could be.
Some worlds learned to hear their murmurs — to shape life from their echoes.
Others perished in silence, long before they even noticed the stones were speaking.
.... superior one...
Among them, one stood above all — the Black Stone, known in ancient tongues as the Kaal Crystal. It was not merely a fragment of creation, but the source of imagination itself — the dreamer from which all other stones were born. Where the others echoed life, it conceived it.
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Back to the Present — The World of Lokh
Eras faded. Stars cooled. The whispers of the stones sank deep beneath time.
Now, the world breathes again — a realm much like Earth, known to its people as Lokh.
A nation where neon lights hum beside ancient temples, where tradition walks hand in hand with technology.
Skyscrapers rise over quiet rivers, and the world seems ordinary… almost too ordinary.
No one remembers the stones anymore — not their voices, not their will.
But the cycle never truly stops. It only waits for someone to awaken it.
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Chapter X. Nisarga [ THE PRE HISTORY.]
Writer: alive_here_0806.