Before the beginning of everything, there were three.
They were beyond time and space—unborn, undying—present before the first moment stirred, and destined to remain after the last moment fades into silence. The cosmos itself would rise and fall within their will.
They were Brahma, the Creator, who dreams worlds into being.
Vishnu, the Preserver, who sustains all that lives and breathes.
And Shiva, the Destroyer, whose dance ends every age so that life may begin anew.
When time first awakened, Brahma shaped the universe from the formless void. Vishnu guarded it through the ages, guiding its harmony. And when the hour came, Shiva would reduce it all to ashes, not in cruelty, but in sacred necessity—for from destruction, creation is reborn.
Thus began the great cycle.
From the dawn of time to its final dusk, existence unfolds through four vast eras, known as the Yugas:
Satya Yuga, the age of truth, when righteousness reigned supreme.
Treta Yuga, when virtue began to wane, yet hope still burned bright.
Dwapar Yuga, an age of conflict and fading balance.
And Kali Yuga, the dark era, where chaos, suffering, and ignorance prevail.
These four ages turn like the wheel of eternity, weaving the endless rhythm of creation, preservation, and destruction.
Within this cosmic cycle, all living beings are bound—born, to live, to die, and to be born again. Yet within every soul burns a single yearning: to break free from this eternal wheel, to transcend the dance of time, and to reach the ultimate liberation—
Moksha.
This is the story of that longing.
This is the story of a world caught between gods and destiny.
And this is where it begins.