As the void began to fade, Kamal found himself swept through a mist-covered tunnel opened by the radiant mother. The Mother Tree merged within him, becoming an intrinsic part of his being. In his deepening meditation, the dark mist revealed the universe's secrets to Kamal. One serene day, as he sat in stillness, the mist surrounded him, forming the shape of a woman. Though her features were indistinct, her presence was undeniably powerful.
"Follow me," she whispered, her voice as gentle as a breeze, irresistibly pulling Kamal's soul. He followed her knowingly into the art of the void, traversing unseen realms where stars and galaxies shimmered like diamonds in the vast expanse. Their journey was timeless, an eternal movement untouched by the waning of time.
Suddenly, she whispered, "Behold, here comes the birth." As Kamal gazed into the pool, he witnessed the universe unfolding before him. He saw the dance of matter and energy, the birth of stars, the sun, and countless other phenomena. The evolution of life played out like a reverse gate from the start, merging with the Blackpool still in meditation. He became one with the pool of water, feeling as though he had become one with the universe. In that eternal moment, he understood the mysteries of existence—the essence of life and the energies surrounding everything.
He discovered an ancient cultivation technique known as the Lotus Path, allowing him to harness the mist's energies to grow in strength and wisdom. His soul resonated with the woman—the radiant darkness—who guided him through the mist, leaving no trace behind. As time shifted, Kamal's senses sharpened while practicing the Lotus Path. He pursued the pulse of the Mother Tree, the rhythm of life itself, while absorbing the dark liquid in the pool.
Kamal questioned the radiant woman, "Who are you? What is this?"
With a voice deep and resonant, she replied, "I am... call me Mother."
Under her guidance, Kamal began accumulating vast knowledge and wisdom, enriching himself. The Mother Tree, merged within him, spread life essence that nourished him from the inside. He felt as though he existed in an eternal realm, beyond life and death, where souls drifted like cotton seeds on a gentle breeze. He was a blank piece of paper, awaiting the words that Mother Tree and Radiant Darkness, whom he called Mother, were preparing to write.
As time passed, he was enveloped by a cocoon, providing warmth like an invisible cradle. There was no discomfort, no hunger, only a soothing embrace that enveloped his essence. He wondered if this was some forgotten corner of existence. Each day, a soft melody filled the void at certain intervals—a lullaby, a gentle hum that resonated through him. Kamal's very being swayed to the rhythm, the lullaby speaking of forgotten lands, lost and found love, and dreams yet to be dreamed.
Weeks turned into months, and Kamal's century changed. The warmth intensified, cocooning him tighter, and the lullaby grew closer to his heart. He followed it, now under the banyan tree, where gentle winds swayed and whispered tales of the night.
"I wish you the blessings of the moon," the lullaby sang. "Moonlight dances on the seashore. Stars tinkle, granting peaceful rest. Mango trees home to sweet honey. You, in slumber, full and content. Sleep, my child, with a smile so mild. In the land where stories run wild. With each soft, melodious tune. I wish you the blessings of the moon."
The lullaby continued, weaving dreams of palaces and great things until dawn brought the moonlight. "So close your eyes, my star. In this land where dreams never end. May the love of the sea hold you tight. And into sweet dreams, you take flight."
With each night, Kamal felt a deeper connection, no longer a drifting soul but a spark of life within a mother's womb. The same lullaby echoed in the amniotic fluid. He marveled at the unfolding mysteries, listening to his mother's heartbeat, the rhythm of life synchronizing with the lullaby. He wondered if his mother sensed his presence as he felt a gentle flutter within.
A spell of courage shielded Kamal from fear as she whispered tales of ancient heroes, their valor, and bravery. She spoke of the Sea Clan and its mysteries, sharing the languages of stars and glimpses of ancient truths. Early mother-child interaction, she knew, could profoundly impact a child's intellectual development.
On special occasions, she whispered her hopes to Kamal, dreaming of him becoming a powerful figure, mastering archery, negotiating alliances, and showing bravery. Kamal absorbed her dreams, his veins humming with wisdom.
One day, Kamal felt his mother's anxiety, her heartbeat heavy with worry. Then, calm returned, and days passed peacefully. Eventually, he felt a magnetic pull drawing him downwards—a call of destiny. Kamal surrendered, hoping to see the world and his mother.
Suddenly, he was submerged in liquid, tasting salt as he gushed out of the water. Kamal's reincarnation began with a violent splash. Thrown into the turbulent sea, his tiny body was helpless against the waves. The salty water stung his eyes, and his lungs burned for air. As he struggled to surface, a faint glow enveloped him, intensifying and imbuing him with otherworldly energy. Kamal's senses expanded, feeling the ocean's pulse as he was left at its mercy. Guided by an innate connection to the ocean, his struggle lessened, and he embraced his new life.