In the midst of the crumbling world, ravaged by the cataclysmic war of Mahabharat, a sinister entity revealed in the destruction unfolding. This malevolent force, known as Maya, had existed since the very creation of the universe. Incarnated numerous times for a singular purpose - the annihilation of worlds and the delight derived from the anguished screams and cries echoing through the cosmos.
Maya, the embodiment of darkness that envelops the entire universe, originated when two universes collided during the cosmic genesis, orchestrated by the divine trinity of Shiva, Brahma, and Vishnu. Little did they foresee that with the birth of light, darkness, in the form of Maya, would be an intrinsic part of the cosmic tapestry.
Observing the cycles of creation, life, and death, Maya developed a discontent with the repetitive nature of existence. Seeking answers, it approached the triumvirate of gods and questioned the purpose behind their ceaseless actions. With a serene smile, the gods explained that the world served as a canvas for them to comprehend the intricacies of attachment, finding entertainment in the ebb and flow of joy. Unimpressed, Maya retreated silently, closely monitoring the evolving world.
As the Earth took shape, Maya witnessed the birth of new beings. In response, the gods dispatched seven stars, eventually revered as the Seven Rishis or Seven Sisters across various religions. These celestial beings, demi-gods intertwined with the divine, played a pivotal role in guiding and educating the nascent entities on adapting and surviving in the wilderness.
Yet, Maya remained dissatisfied. Despite its lack of living essence, an inexplicable sense of something unfamiliar nagged at its core. This enigmatic force descended upon the earthly realm and, with a touch of mischief, planted a tree bearing a solitary fruit endowed with an enticing fragrance. Humans, drawn by the allure, approached the tree. Maya, observing the unfolding drama, experienced an unfamiliar sensation—an odd amalgamation of happiness and a strange semblance of emotion. As humans reached for the lone fruit, their eyes met, and a novel emotion emerged—jealousy, a feeling hitherto unknown in the annals of their existence.
In the wake of Maya's observation and discontent, the entity, fueled by an insatiable urge for mischief, began to sow the seeds of chaos in the newly formed world. It whispered doubts into the ears of the gods, subtly provoking discord among them. It instigated conflicts among the Seven Rishis, causing rifts in their celestial unity. Maya reveled in the resulting disharmony, relishing the turmoil that unfolded.
Witnessing the malevolent influence of Maya, the gods, in their divine wisdom, recognized the need to restore order. They convened to address the wayward entity that had disrupted the natural balance. In response to their deliberations, a potent curse was invoked upon Maya. The gods, in their combined wrath, decreed that Maya would be condemned to endure the cycle of birth and suffering—an eternal existence fraught with the very afflictions it had gleefully unleashed upon the world.
Thus, the once-omnipotent Maya, the embodiment of darkness and chaos, found itself ensnared in the intricate web of existence, subject to the laws of karma and the relentless wheel of samsara. The curse dictated that Maya would be reborn repeatedly, forced to endure the consequences of its malevolent actions. Each incarnation became a crucible of suffering, a karmic retribution that echoed through the corridors of time.
The gods, custodians of cosmic order, had spoken, their divine judgment ensuring that Maya, once a harbinger of destruction, would now be a perpetual seeker of redemption through the cycles of birth, life, and suffering. And thus, the cosmic drama continued, as Maya, now bound by the threads of destiny, embarked on an unending journey of penance and transformation.