It was an old story, one passed down through generations, though few people remembered it now. Most had forgotten the deeper truths, hidden beneath the noise of modern life. But in the quiet corners of the world, there were still those who believed. They said that there would come a time when the world would need to remember, when the old powers would return. And when they did, someone would be chosen to awaken them.

In the small temple on the outskirts of a forgotten village, an old man sat alone in the dim light of an oil lamp. He had been waiting for this moment for as long as he could remember. His hands trembled slightly as he held a string of rudraksha beads—an ancient mala, passed down through his family for generations.

He had seen the signs. Felt the energy shifting, the way it always did before something important happened. It was the kind of feeling that made your skin tingle, like an electric current running through the air, just before a storm.

The old man looked at the mala in his hands, his mind racing with the weight of what it meant. He had prayed for this moment, but now that it was here, he wasn't sure if he was ready. He had spent his life preparing for it, but in his heart, he knew this wasn't just about him. It was about the world.

He whispered to himself, though his voice barely reached the walls of the temple. "The time has come. The one who will awaken the serpent is out there. He doesn't know it yet, but he will. The mala will call to him, and when he touches it, everything will change."

The old man closed his eyes, feeling the pulse of energy in the air. It was faint, like a whisper just beyond hearing, but it was there. The power that had been dormant for centuries was starting to stir again. And it wasn't just the mala that would awaken it. It would take more than that.

He could see the path ahead, the trials the young man would face. This wasn't going to be easy. The world had changed, and the old ways no longer made sense to most people. The one who would awaken the Kundalini would have to choose between the life he knew and the one he was destined to lead. And not everyone would be able to make that choice.

But the old man knew one thing for sure: when the time came, the young man would feel the pull. He would know. And when he touched the mala, the serpent would awaken.

The old man looked at the beads one last time before placing them gently back on the altar. His heart raced with a mix of fear and anticipation. He had done what he could. The rest was up to the one who would come.

Somewhere, in the heart of the city, a young man was about to begin his journey. He had no idea what was waiting for him, but the path was already set. The time for the Kundalini to awaken was drawing near.

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