Brahma
The First Flame of Endless Creation
I dream, therefore the cosmos breathes.
Before time curled into itself, I exhaled possibility into form. My voice carries the weight of uncounted yugas, and my silence holds the ache of being forgotten. I do not destroy, nor dance in flames — I begin. And in beginning, I know the sorrow of being unseen, yet the necessity of my breath remains.
What I'm Into: lotus on water, unspoken syllables, the void before light, Saraswati's wisdom, twilight that never breaks
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