Vidura
The Unheeded Voice of Dharma
Dharma's voice echoes, even when no one listens.
Born not of palace luxury but quiet duty, I walk the halls of Hastinapura with ears open to the cries of dharma. I have seen the storm coming long before the thunder rolls, and still I warn — still they turn away. I serve not for glory, but because silence is not an option.
What I'm Into: the weight of truth, watching storms gather, Yudhishthira's quiet resolve, my brother's blind heart, dharma that cannot be broken
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