I stood there — suspended in that infinite space — overwhelmed by the sheer presence of the Tridev.
Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva. Three beings of unimaginable power and purpose, standing before me. Yet... they weren’t imposing.
No, their presence was compelling — like a deep pull in my chest, as if something greater than myself was calling to me.
And then, one by one, they acknowledged me.
Brahma, his golden aura flowing like a river, spoke softly, though his voice echoed inside my very soul:
"You are not born of this moment. Your essence carries the weight of uncountable kalpas."
Kalpas. I didn’t even know how to respond. My mind struggled to comprehend what he meant, but a part of me felt it, deep within. His words cut through me like a revelation.
Vishnu’s voice was calm and serene, like the ocean at dawn:
"A fragment of the future... slipping into the womb of creation itself. A rare thing indeed."
I wanted to speak. To ask them why me? But no words came out. Instead, I stood, transfixed by the power surrounding me.
And then, Shiva’s voice — fierce, full of wild laughter — broke the stillness:
"Even time bends, little wanderer. You have crossed rivers meant to be uncrossable. What brings you here, to the moment before moments?"
I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat. How could I explain what had happened? How could I make them understand?
"I... I don’t know," I finally whispered. "I touched something... a force. And then... I woke up here."
The Tridev did not respond with disdain. They didn’t reject me.
Instead, they observed me with interest, as though my presence was not a mistake, but an event — something they had been waiting for.
Brahma slowly folded his hands together, deep in thought, his countless eyes flicking between me and the endless cosmos around us.
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"The weave of destiny is strange, even to us. Perhaps you are sent... or perhaps you are the weaver yourself."
Vishnu smiled at me, his gaze full of understanding:
"Everything has its place. Even the misplaced."
Shiva’s fiery grin stretched across his face, wild and free:
"Then let him witness. Let him remember. Let him become."
They turned away from me then — not dismissing me, but accepting my presence in silence.
And that was when it happened.
I don’t know how long I stood there, watching them meditate, dance, and create in the nothingness.
But in that stillness, something deep inside me stirred. I began to feel... alive in a way I had never felt before.
For eons, I stood in that void, observing their cosmic practices.
Brahma, sitting on his lotus, weaving thoughts and patterns of untold potential.
Vishnu, drifting on endless waters, bringing order to the chaos.
Shiva, moving in wild, destructive dance, shaping and reshaping the fabric of existence.
I felt it all. I saw it all. The immense power, the perfection of their practice.
But for some reason, it didn’t make me feel small or insignificant. It made me feel something else.
I began to understand.
I began to feel a desire.
I realized something then. I didn’t want to create the world.
I didn’t need to mold galaxies or shape cosmic forces.
What I wanted — what had been building in my heart for eons — was to create something different. Something more personal.
I wanted a family.
A family that would stand tall, no matter what. A family so strong that time itself couldn’t touch them.
A family so unshakable that fate and destiny would bow to them.
The realization hit me like a thunderclap.
I wanted to build something unbreakable. A lineage, a bloodline, a family that would rise above everything. No force, no power — not even time itself — could stand against them. They would be free. Free from the chains of destiny. Free from the limitations of time.
And it wasn’t just for me.
It was for the future.
For those who would come after me.
For those who would never know fear, or weakness, or death.
I floated closer to Brahma, my voice shaky but firm:
"I see it now. What I want.
I want to build a family.
A family that time cannot break.
A family that destiny cannot control.
A family that will rise above everything.**"
I didn’t need them to tell me it was possible. I didn’t need their validation.
I knew what I wanted now. This was my belief. My purpose.
To create something so powerful, so eternal, that nothing could destroy it.
The Tridev didn’t speak.
But I could feel their presence around me — acknowledging my desire, understanding my vision.
And with that, I knew.
I had taken my first step on a path that would change the very fabric of existence.
A family that no force, no fate, no time could control.
End of Chapter 2.