The Voice of Creation whispered again—calm this time, almost thoughtful.
"Vaibhav suffered… but he was not the only one."
Beyond the veil of human senses, in the silent folds of the universe where the stones drifted like ancient thoughts, two more lives were already bending toward their destiny. The cycle had not chosen a single vessel. It never did.
Where one stone descended in agony, two others arrived in quiet inevitability.
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SHOURYA — AWAKENING SCENE
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The voice of creation had whispered through the universe, but down on Earth(lokh)… Shourya was doing what he did best — wasting time in the most talented way possible.
It was evening.
Sagar's sky was turning orange, and Shourya sat cross-legged on the sofa, a plate of curry balanced on his knee. He wasn't thinking about homework or the exam next week.
No.
He was thinking about his favorite sport, imagining himself scoring the match-winning point while casually shoveling curry into his mouth.
Classic Shourya.
He clicked his tongue.
"Man… life would be perfect if studying wasn't a thing," he muttered, mixing curry like it was a scientific experiment he was bored of.
Just then—
A sharp static buzz filled his left ear.
He blinked, confused.
"Arre… kisne TV on kiya?" he grumbled, looking around the empty room.
The air in front of him twisted—as if someone had folded light itself.
A faint emerald glow materialized, hovering right above his plate.
Shourya froze mid-bite.
"Bro… am I high on curry?" he whispered.
He even sniffed the spoon. "Ye kisne masala badal diya?"
The green light pulsed.
He leaned closer.
"Is that… a gemstone? No. No, no. Stones don't float. That's illegal."
Before he could complete the thought, the glowing stone shot forward.
Straight into his left eye.
"GAHH—WHAT THE—!?"
His plate clattered to the floor as he fell backward.
A burning surge spread through his head—sharp, electric—yet not painful enough to scream. It was like someone had poured lightning inside his brain, but gently.
The stone dug inward, dissolving into veins of green light. His eyelid fluttered uncontrollably as visions flashed:
Blurred silhouettes…
Threads of possibilities…
A faint outline of tomorrow…
He gasped and clutched his eye.
"Bhaisaab… what was that?"
When the light faded, he blinked slowly, breathing heavily.
His left eye felt… different.
Sharper.
Awake in a way the rest of him had never been.
And when he looked at the wall, he didn't just see a wall —
He saw blurred layers of what had happened, faint echoes of where his parents had walked, and a hazy shimmer of where he might be walking tomorrow morning if he overslept again.
He rubbed his face hard.
"Okay. Maybe… maybe I am dreaming. Or dying. Or both."
But then he smirked — typical Shourya.
"Haan, theek hai. If this is a power… cool. But… can someone also give me the power to finish my homework on time?"
A soft green flicker ran across his vision, almost as if the stone was laughing at him.
He stood up, shaking his head.
"This is going to be a long night…"
And somewhere, far from Earth, a cosmic presence whispered his universal name:
Courage.
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SHLOKH — AWAKENING SCENE
If Shourya was chaos wrapped in brilliance,
Shlokh was the opposite — calm, gifted, quiet, a boy whose voice could silence a storm.
Music wasn't just his hobby.
It was the language his soul had spoken long before he learned to speak.
That evening, while Vaibhav's fate bent, and Shourya wrestled with a green vision stone…
Shlokh sat alone in his room, practicing a slow classical alaap.
The notes were soft, warm, and peaceful — like a prayer drifting through the dusk.
His teacher always said he was god-gifted.
But Shlokh never believed that.
"Peace comes from practice," he would quietly tell anyone who praised him.
Humility was stitched into him as naturally as breath.
He closed his eyes and let the next note rise from his chest—
"Sa…"
The sound vibrated through the room.
Again, deeper this time—
"Sa—aa…"
A faint tremor rippled in the air, like the air itself had paused to listen.
Shlokh frowned slightly.
"Hmm… that felt different."
He placed his hand on his throat, gently adjusting his pitch.
But before he could continue, something shimmered in the corner of the room.
A glint of warm gold…
A spark…
Then a small glowing crystal hovered in front of him, rotating slowly.
He blinked.
"Is this… real?"
The golden light hummed softly, matching the exact pitch of his last note.
It felt alive.
Drawn to him.
And as if answering a cosmic pull, the stone suddenly darted forward—
Straight toward his throat.
Shlokh's breath caught.
He staggered backward, but the crystal reached him instantly, sinking into his skin at the base of his neck — into his Adam's apple.
A shock of pure resonance burst through his body.
Not pain.
Not fear.
Just… vibration.
Music without sound.
He clutched his throat, eyes wide.
Every breath felt like a melody trying to be born.
Every heartbeat echoed with gentle gold.
The room swayed.
The world tilted.
And in that dizzy moment, Shlokh heard something no human should:
Harmony.
Ancient.
Cosmic.
Endless.
When the light faded, he opened his eyes.
And for the first time ever, the silence of his room felt… alive.
He whispered, voice trembling:
"What happened to me…?"
A soft golden ripple answered inside his throat, as if the stone was breathing with him.
Calm but powerful.
Just like him.
Somewhere beyond the sky, the universe spoke his cosmic name—
Peace.
And with that, Shlokh's destiny shifted forever.
End
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Chapter 2 – ALIGNMENT
WRITER: alive _here0806
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