Year: 2036
The world was louder than ever—but no one was truly listening.
Nations grew richer while their skies turned grey. The oceans tasted like blood from the greed of empires. Humanity, drunk on pleasure, drowned in "vikars"—lust, anger, greed, ego, and attachment—until even their prayers were mechanical, driven not by the heart but by habit.
In the heart of India, in a silent room with no windows, sat a boy named Arivan. Not a monk. Not a yogi. Just a soul who could not laugh at the world's madness anymore. Who had begun to hear the Earth cry.
And in that silence, a whisper reached him:
> "Awaken, flame of God. You are sent to end this night."