Ruins of Bharat Khand
– The Crack In The Matrix

A flute echoes through a narrow lane of Vrindavan—
familiar, yet never heard before.
It draws her closer… until only a hand remains,
lifting it to silence.

Beside a river that does not fully belong to time,
the waters part at a touch.
Something ancient rises—complete, waiting—
and then disappears before it can be understood.

An endless battlefield at white desert of Antarctica breathes under a fractured sky.
Just as everything prepares to break,
a small hand finds his—
and the war is gone.

In a burning desert,
a man stands untouched by the heat.
The wind shifts when he moves…
as if the world remembers him.

—
The night of the Ninth has already passed.
But something within it…
did not.