"This is not the will of time," Vishnu said, his voice calm but carrying a note of concern. "Something has entered the cycle prematurely."Shiva, though deep in his trance, stirred. He could feel it too—a disturbance so profound that even his meditation was disrupted. His eyes, burning with the flames of creation and destruction, opened. The cosmic dance of life and death that he had overseen for countless ages was now at risk.
He sensed the source—Asuras—demons that had slipped through the cracks of the this distance universe bringing their chaotic influence into the world of humans. These demons were not merely forces of destruction; they sought to twist human minds, to corrupt their souls, accelerating their moral decay before Kaliyug had run its course.
"The demons have crossed the boundaries," Shiva said, his voice like a low rumble of thunder. "They have entered the mortal realm before their time, and they seek to unravel the order of existence."
The gods understood what this meant. This disturbance was more than a mere imbalance—it was an attack on the very fabric of the universe. The demons, sensing the vulnerability of the humans, were pushing them toward violence, greed, and hatred, poisoning their minds with dark thoughts and actions. The fragile moral structure of society was beginning to crumble under the influence, and if left unchecked, this would spiral into an age of chaos unlike any seen before.
And yet, amidst the growing darkness, something else was happening.In the affected this universe, spiritual auras—glowing, divine energies—began to appear. These auras, remnants of an earlier time, were manifesting unexpectedly, flickering in the corners of existence, as though they had been awakened prematurely. They were echoes of the past, from a time before Kaliyug, when righteousness and virtue had ruled the earth. It was as if the universe, sensing the imbalance, was summoning these ancient energies to counter the demonic influence.
But it was not enough. The gods could see that these auras, though powerful, were few and far between. They were mere sparks of light in a sea of encroaching darkness. The demons were growing stronger, their influence spreading, and the humans, already vulnerable to the temptations of the age, were falling prey to their corruption.Shiva rose from his meditation, the weight of destruction in his every movement. His third eye, the eye of cosmic insight, opened slightly, glowing with divine power. "If this continues, the cycle of creation and destruction will be torn apart. The universe will unravel."
Vishnu nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. The time for passive observation was over. Action was needed, but it could not be direct. The balance of the universe had to be maintained. They could not simply destroy the demons or intervene in the mortal realm without upsetting the cosmic laws further.
We must find a champion," Vishnu said, his voice resolute. "Someone who can stand against this darkness.
Someone tied to both the mortal and the divine."Shiva's eyes flickered with understanding. "Yes. One who carries the fire of the gods within him. One who understands the ancient wisdom, who can wield it against the forces of chaos."
In the mortal realm, the spiritual auras began to gather, coalescing around certain individuals, those who unknowingly carried within them the potential for greatness. One such individual, connected to the divine through a small, now-vanished red crystal, lay between life and death, his body destroyed but his soul
untouched.Krishna.Unbeknownst to him, his spirit was being drawn toward something larger, something far beyond his dreams of filmmaking. The gods had set their gaze upon him, for in his heart, he carried the essence of the divine, a link to the ancient stories of gods and demons.
The cosmic stage was set. The battle for the balance of the universe had begun.
The divine conversation between Vishnu, Shiva, and Brahma carried the weight of cosmic decisions, but the boundaries of the multiverse were strict. The three gods, despite their power, could not interfere directly in any universes of mortal affairs. The cosmic laws forbade it, for their involvement would disrupt the balance they had spent eons preserving. Yet, the darkness spreading across this universe—the early influence of the demons—posed an unprecedented threat. They needed someone who could act on their behalf, someone tied to both the mortal and divine realms.
Vishnu, seated upon the coils of the great serpent Ananta, stared into the depths of the cosmos, his thoughts turning inward. He searched through the cycles of time, scanning the infinite histories of the universes, and his mind wandered back to one of his most cherished avatars: Krishna.
In his incarnation as Krishna, Vishnu had walked the earth as a mortal, guiding humanity through the trials of the Mahabharata and delivering the sacred teachings of the Bhagavad Gita. But Krishna's life had not been without its struggles. In his final moments, as he lay beneath the tree in Prabhasa, struck by a hunter's arrow, Vishnu recalled a strange event that had occurred—a moment when a small part of his consciousness, his divine essence, had slipped away.
It was fleeting, something he hadn't fully understood at the time, but as Krishna's human form dissolved, a fraction of his divine self had fragmented and been lost in the mortal world. This shard of consciousness, separated from the rest of his divine being, had been reborn time and again, taking different forms in the cycles of life throughout Kaliyug. It had wandered through the mortal world, living out the karmic path it had unknowingly inherited, bound to the rhythms of birth, death, and rebirth.
Vishnu's eyes narrowed, remembering. That lost fragment of Krishna's divine essence had slipped unnoticed into the mortal realm, experiencing life as a mere human. It had no memory of its divine origins, and yet, every life it touched carried a faint, subconscious connection to something greater. This shard of consciousness had lived many lives, some heroic, some ordinary, but always with an innate pull toward righteousness and the divine.