The blade made of corrupted starlight pierced through his heart. His white robes, once glowing with divine energy, turned red.
Aarav ,the last Rishi of the ancient world,knelt beneath a ruined sky, lightning striking behind him. Celestial armies clashed in the heavens. The skies themselves were bleeding.
He looked up, a calm smile on his face. Blood dripped from his lips on the earth, but his eyes were clear.
"Dharma cannot be killed. It only sleeps."
He raised his trembling hands into a mudra, his fingers forming a seal forgotten by time by time.
"ॐ पुनर्जन्माय नमः…"(ancient words)
"Oṁ punarjanmāya namaḥ"(ancient words)I bow to the power of rebirth.
Aarav closed his eyes as the world burned around himin dazzling falmes.
And then—
He fell.
41st Yuga, Year 9012 AD
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
His body jerked awake.
He opened his eyes to cold steel and blue neon lights. Tubes were plugged into his spine. Strange screens blinked above him with words he didn't understand.
"Subject AARAV-7 activated.
Chakra Data: INVALID. Genetic Match:12%. Status: DEFECTIVE."
A robotic voice echoed.
Around him stood scientists with glowing visors. One of them scoffed, "Another trash clone!. Throw it in the recycling bay."
Aarav slowly sat up. His bare feet touched cold metal.and he was seeing strangers and strange things in front of him.
"Where… am I?" he whispered, his voice deep and low.
The scientists turned. One laughed."hahaha!"
"You're in the city of Bhav-107. We built you to simulate spiritual ascension. But you failed... Go pray to your monkey gods or whatever myths you came from."
Laughter echoed.
Aarav stared at them not with fear but with silence...
His hand touched his chest. No heartbeat. No Prana (life).
They've… replaced spirit with circuitry.
🧘 Meditation: First Awakening
They tossed him into a dumpyard behind the lab. Metal corpses of failed experiments surrounded him.like nothing,no value or no emotion.
He sat cross-legged on the broken earth.
Above him, the night sky had neon moons and floating temples powered by satellites.
He closed his eyes. For the first time in thousands of years, he felt... empty.
But then—
Deep inside, a spark.
Like a whisper from the past:
"Awaken… Rishi."
He touched his chest and slowly formed the Anahata Mudra(the special position), the ancient heart seal.
"ॐ हृदयाय नमः…"(ancient words)
Oṁ hṛdayāya namaḥ (ancient words)I bow to the Heart Chakra.
The world around him trembled...
A pulse of green energy burst from his body. Screens exploded. AI drones in the distance crashed. A nearby tree blossomed in full bloom under a dead sky.
"Warning!" "Warning!" an AI guard screamed. "Unknown energy signature detected—Type: PRE-KALKI CLASSIFICATION."
Inside Aarav's eyes… the chakra wheel spin.
He smiled for the first time.
"You called it myth. But this… is the truth."
Moments later, armed cybermonks arrived. Their weapons glowed with synthetic mantras. The lead one shouted:
"By order of the DharmaNet Authority, cease your spiritual emissions!"
Aarav rose slowly. His long hair blew in the artificial wind. He looked down at his trembling hands.
"This is not my world," he said softly, "but my Dharma still lives in it."
He raised his hand. His fingers formed the Agni Mudra(special position).
The air exploded.
A wall of pure ancient flame roared out burning the metal soldiers instantly, leaving only ashes glowing with Sanskrit symbols.
The city trembled. People screamed. Surveillance satellites blinked offline.
And Aarav walked away—barefoot, shirtless, and calm....
Behind him, a symbol formed on the ground:
ॐ (ancient symbol of creation)The forgotten sound of creation.
The Rishi had returned.
And nothing in this futuristic world was ready for him....
-To be continued..