Fire saw the end before the spark Wind traced whispers to future's old scroll Vision awakened were shadows slept Time bled backward through Aryan's heart Earth stood still, but inside it cried Night wore Raunaksh like a crown, And with each tear, dragged love down. Six were chosen, not by chance, But by promises lost in a broken dance. When power forgets the face of trust, Even gods shall fall, and legends must. This is the part one of a multi saga....