Arvinda had stopped breathing, existing in a state called Jiva Samadhi, suspended between life and death. He survived on hope, fueled by devotion to a strange, forgotten god. He believed this deity had appointed him a task—one that spanned ages and epochs.
Stories of his existence appeared in every epoch, but humans of the land never noticed him. He wandered freely through Shorika, a living legend, a figure invisible yet steeped in history.
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Alvin's curiosity piqued as Ranjan spoke. His eyes grew glossy, a slight curl forming on his lips. "Brother… once we bathe under the green cave waters, we will go to Shorika. I want to find this Arvinda. I want to hear the stories of his life… and the god he worships."
