This is a lore long forgotten during the passage of time which recently surfaced.

A story started long ago in days of innocence of another world, it is a story of struggle to destroy the infidel collusions with vile communities, winning over the preposterous doubts, destruction and reinvention of ideologies and beliefs, of things lost just when you start believing them to be an integral part of yourself, and finally the great purposes of life. It is a story of many great dreams, tantalizing dreams; and concoctions of perfect schemes to greatness. It is a story of change. With each incident, good or bad, a chance to grow, to learn; and with each change to adapt and became the change s instrument furthering its impact on everything for it is a source of un!uestionable learnings. It is a story of being shrewd in dealings with others when circumstances deem it necessary or being unscrupulous occasionally for benefit. It is a tale of selfishness and dishonesty, a tale of one who tried to find happiness in other s miseries. It is a story of the god of reality who ironically is on a journey to realize the reality of his own e"istence. It is a dar# and complicated tale of comple"ity devoid of any obvious undercurrents which is often brewing in lost realms, ignored as an insignificant part of un#nown dimensions. It is history of the forgotten realm which is yet incomplete. A place where currency is measured in whimsical conceptions and imagination will never wither.

PROLOGUE

What makes mind the container of all such objects that seem to jumble up your perfectly calm stable state of thinking by rupturing its systematic and compendious way of working? Maybe the innate nature of every mind to try and solve the tangled reservations of limitless conundrums, maybe not; there's no saying in it except intellect more than often forgets to reali e the more you try to unwind it the more twisted are the results!

"he road is endless, stretching into eternity! #arkness surrounds everything and except the way ahead nothing is visible as if the world itself is blackness, realm of complete nothingness but one black route to an unknown destination! $n that road a lone figure walking, tired and devoid of any purpose except to walk! %e doesn&t remember how long he has been on the same path, maybe since ever; yet he can only remember the last thirty walking minutes of his entire life! "he farther he walks, longer gets the road! 'et, relentless he continues his search for answers forever looking forward in the blackness surrounding him! (ometimes a little ahead he sees an end to the continuous night, alas it is but a mirage of his desires! $nly the partly visible path of incessant murkiness guides his life and so he walks and walks, ever ahead! )eality and fantasy have merged into a single entity, a beast devouring the very sanity of the singular living inhabitant of the unknown place! *ut what exactly is sanity? 'ou can&t measure it when you are alone in a world with just a road and black emptiness as your companion! Maybe the emptiness has a mind of its own and so does the road, but, they cannot contain a walking man&s thoughts, neither can they argue against you, nor for you! +nd so he does what any sane man in his situation would do, continue walking! %e himself is a mystery; he has no name or identity and no place to claim his own! ,t is hard to define his features for he doesn&t remember his face! "hough lean with a strong built, his strength has never been tried for as long as he remembers! %e is a complete stranger, even to himself! +s he walks, he thinks about his identity, his life, the reason of his being and about his existential conundrum! %e wonders about his future if it exists and his past which might have never existed! %e walks with a whirlpool of -uestions and confusions in his mind! +fter of walking for long hours he decided to take rest and sat down in the middle of the road! *ehold his surprise when out of nowhere he finds a man sitting beside him in the realm of nothingness, his face hidden among shadows of void! %e stops and ganders at the man in the shadow who instantly spiels .Welcome to the realm of perceptions, open yourself to your own true reality, for perception forges reality, this is not a fabrication of

your dream, but a land waiting to ta#e its true shape, waiting ever in its nascence form, you are the chosen one, find yourself within, go deeper within. $ow remember, beware of %ope. %ope is overrated. %ere to hope is a sin; it not only gives you a reason to believe you can outrun your fate but simultaneously shatters and ruptures your entire e"istence with one mighty blow to heart and soul. %ere sorrow is awarded and so is despair, sometime love and hate, a little friendship and many enemies, understand and accept the nature of dar#ness around you. &o not get disillusioned by fic#le hope for it is devious indeed which will trap you in your imagination. 'or in this blac# world of void, it will be the object of your destruction.( "he man confused ever more, keeps ga ing at the figure shrouded, suddenly finds himself looking at emptiness! %e reckons, the old man was but a creation of his misguided thoughts and so he soon forgot about the little encounter and carried onward! "he predictability of unpredictability at such places and such moments is high which enabled him to notice a humanoid figure darting here and there at speed scarcely conceivable! "he figure was so black that it could be discerned even in the nothingness around him! ,t stayed at a reasonable distance from him yet constantly moving and never stopping! %e stood there for a long time before his heightened pulse came down to normal which had escalated at the sight of probable impeding danger! "he figure never went farther than five feet away from him but neither did it show any interest in communicating with him! ,ts presence and the black figure itself a mystery -uite like him! +fter reasonable time had elapsed without any incident and it refusing to leave its side he gradually started accepting the second perpetual presence and concluded he would call it /Myra&, for the beast or whatever it was, symboli ed whatever little companionship that had recently surfaced in the omnipresent dark environment though it was itself the epitome of darkness in its most exalted disposition! +nd then he started walking again unawares of another spawn of darkness that had started rising from its deep slumber! (omewhere in the farthest corner of the dark world she was slowly rising, thinking about the new death that would follow her awakening! (he had been born with the world, a self proclaimed -ueen! 0very time a chosen one dared to enter her domain, she would rise, kill and wait for another to challenge her prowess! "his had been a cycle ever since and she would ensure it remains so! "hey were a threat to her rights, her way of life and her rule! "he chosen ones had no idea about their powers, what they could do and it was good, much easier to kill, not that they were capable of matching her might otherwise! 'et, a dog killed before teething does not bite! +nd now her thirst for bloodlust was awake, it was time for the dead to walk and assassins to stalk, for blood to be spilled and curling cries to be heard, to once more from the deepest portals of desire feel pleasures born of terrors! (he is the creator of pandemonium, harbinger of chaos; she is /1ueen +tramendus&! (he is tall for a woman; over 2 feet 34 inches, willowy and the perfect curves on her supple body can be seen through the light garb she adorns deepening her enchanting and

seductive essence! + beautiful face rests on top of her voluptuous figure which is highlighted by her deep blue eyes! (he walks with the grace of 5ods themselves and her scant sight makes the heart sing the song of a caged bird pining for redemption and absolution only achieved with the end of eternal longing for her grandeur imprisons the souls lost to her magnificence in the idea of ris-u6 desires; spiraling towards their destruction! (he is an image of absolute perfection as if the god of sculptures himself crafted her to create his most lusted sculpture and then gave her life! (o fulfilling is her smile it seems daggers are pierced in the very hearts! Many have fallen prey to her alluring beauty and inescapable charm! "he aura of knowledge and power surrounding her is unfathomable and her words like the sweetest yet the most deadly poison! (he glorifies in her being, she surrounds and overwhelms everything around her! (he has been corrupted by her own perfection, her knowledge and beauty! +ll she wishes for is her world to remain the way it is and to spill blood, thick and gore, the smell so very calming!