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ZawGyi:The Myth

"The Zawgyi are no more." That is what the scrolls say. That is what the monks chant at dusk. That is what the silence of the jungle wants you to believe. Long ago, beneath mountains now lost to time and cloud, they walked barefoot on ash, breathing in iron and flame. They were alchemists, but not the kind who turned lead to gold. No — they wove spells with blood, crafted fire into orbs, carved death into bone. They bent nature, not for wisdom, but for power. For defiance. They called them "Zawgyi". Immortal, it was said. Touched by heaven, feared by the underworld. But even immortality has rules. And the Zawgyi, for all their brilliance, broke too many. When the stars bled red and the rivers turned to smoke, the world pushed back. Something older than gods, deeper than spells, rose from the black between time. The Zawgyi vanished. Some say they were sealed. Others, that they burned themselves into dust. A few believe… they wait. Now, centuries later, the world has changed. Skyscrapers rise. Satellites orbit. Cities hum. And no one remembers the old language of alchemy. But something stirs. Deep in the green shadows of the Htamanthi jungle, under ruins no one dares map, an ancient circle pulses with dull red light. One seal. Just one. Cracked by accident, or by fate. And far from the jungle, in a dusty corner of a university library, a lazy, debt-ridden student named "Thuta" yawns, stretches, and picks up a scroll that hasn't been touched in 300 years. The world will wish he hadn't. ---
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Ashes Of Silence

In June 2025, a devastating plane crash near Hyderabad kills over 500 people. Among the suspected victims is Andhra Pradesh’s Home Minister, Rathnadevi, a formidable woman known for her fierce stance against corruption. But when her body isn't found, questions begin to swirl. In New York, Anushree, an intelligence officer and Rathnadevi's estranged sister, sees the news and returns to India. Media frenzy explodes. But Anushree, sharp and composed, redirects the attention: “Many died. Not just her. Don’t forget them.” As she investigates, Anushree meets Naveen, a quiet aspiring detective from Chennai who insists on helping. A villager’s report changes everything: someone saw Rathnadevi in a forest hours after the crash. The duo follows the trail. They find Rathnadevi alive—hiding in a forest ashram. She admits she skipped the flight to mourn her dead lover, killed years ago by their father’s political ambition. The pass she gave her aide led to the crash—and she’s been silent ever since. Anushree reveals something darker: the crash was orchestrated. Rathnadevi was being targeted. Files exposing aviation corruption were meant to be leaked—files on that very plane. Rathnadevi surrenders. Arrests follow. Truths unravel. At a mass funeral for the unidentified victims, Anushree thanks Naveen for his help. As they sit by the river, she finally asks: “Why did you really come to help?” Naveen hesitates. Then, quietly: “Because my family was on that flight. I just… never told anyone.” She stares at him in silence. Words fail. But sometimes, silence says everything.
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Jumanji: to free my voice I must wait until...

Preface Welcome to Jumanji: A Book of Riddles — a journey into the heart of mystery, adventure, and clever puzzles. This collection is not just any assortment of riddles; it is a carefully crafted experience designed to challenge your mind and ignite your imagination. Each riddle within these pages has been chosen with intention, inspired by the wild, untamed spirit of the jungle and the thrilling world of Jumanji. Whether you are a seasoned puzzle solver or a curious adventurer, these riddles will test your wit, creativity, and courage. As you turn each page, you will find yourself stepping deeper into a world where every question holds a secret, and every answer unlocks a new path. This book is your guide through the unknown—a companion on a quest where logic meets legend. I need someone to Jumanji my voice, To set my words free, to give them choice. Whisper the secrets, solve the clues, Unlock the riddles, follow the hues. Are you ready to play this game with me? To roam the jungle and claim the key? Speak your mind, but choose with care, For every word shapes the path you dare. The First Clue In the city where justice scripts the night, And minds profile shadows out of sight, I send a whisper, a secret code, But it’s lost where silent blockers hold. Invisible bars, no keys in hand, Lock my words from the promised land. If you know a queen who fights for truth, Or ghosts who move in the darkest booth, Tell them a voice is trapped in the maze, Waiting for heroes to break the haze. A puzzle wrapped in a lawman’s tale, Where silence reigns and signals fail. Find the badge that never sleeps, And shadows where the silence creeps. Decode the message, break the chain, Deliver the word through the hidden lane. The game is on—can you hear the call? Unlock the silence, free us all.
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