Chapter 1: Echoes of Serenity

In the 21st century, far from the noise of busy cities, there was a small village called Sarang. It sat between green fields and thick forests, untouched by the fast-moving world outside. Life here was slow and peaceful, following the rhythms of nature. Under the shade of a Peepal tree, a fifteen-year-old boy lay on the soft grass, watching the clouds drift across the sky. A blade of grass rested between his lips, carrying the light taste of the earth.

His name was Adi. He was a boy filled with endless questions, always lost in deep thoughts. The gentle wind touched his face, ruffling his dark hair, but his mind was elsewhere. He often wondered about life, the world beyond his small village, and things he could not explain.

Today felt different. His friend had gone into the jungle to bring back a lost ox, something they had done many times before. Adi watched as his friend returned, leading the ox through the tall grass. But as he looked at them, a strange feeling washed over him—déjà vu. He had seen this before. This moment, this scene—it felt like it had already happened, yet he had no memory of when or how.

Adi had always believed in gods and their stories. He had grown up watching old television shows like the Ramayana and Mahabharata, fascinated by the legends of the past. But now, those stories felt closer, more real, as if they were not just tales but something deeper—something connected to him in ways he could not yet understand.

Since the morning, he had felt a quiet unease, a whisper in his heart telling him that something was changing. His simple life in Sarang was about to take a turn he never expected. Soon, he would step into a world where myths and reality mixed, where time did not move in a straight line, and where the deepest questions of life would unfold before him.

This was only the beginning.