Samsara through Time

Samsara through Time

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"Samsara", I read. "Those with unfulfilled desire return to a place called hell." I sighed and closed down the book. If you were given another life to live, would you live one? I boarded on a train to get away from the mundane life of no meaning, but didn't know that an accident could change my life leading me to another dimension and world; a world of mysteries and horrors, truth and deception, reality and delusion till you discern none. "All existent phenomena in the universe and I are of the same reality.' He spoke looking at me intently. "What are you?" I asked him. "A magically produced being neither comes nor goes, is neither born nor perishes; how can one speak of a place from which he comes?" Rhea and Dylan aren't separate beings, they are tied together through Karma and keep on returning to a place called hell. How will Rhea tell apart the dream and reality, the truth and lie, the light and darkness, the dead and alive? On journey to Nirvana, what will Rhea discover about Dylan and herself while confronting djinns, ghouls, demons, vicious humans, saints and the watchers? What's the truth behind the hairpin her grandmother left to her in her death? Why she is called Clavinger?
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What did they mean? I knew who I was, didn't I? I was Rosalia Mallory, a girl left on the doorstep of our town's foster agency to find a new home. From there I went through three homes before at the age of 16 instead of having to live in the group home I secured enough money to, along with the money the foster carers were given for me, to buy an apartment building. Alongside a job bartending and waitressing I had enough money to attend college and am currently studying Religion and Mythology, Creative writing and Art. Just a normal teenage girl with a normal life. But at the same time, I'm not. Who am I? Seems like the most cliché question a teenager can ask right? Except when your missing months, if not years, of your life suddenly that seemingly simple question takes on a whole new meaning. After all, if you don't know your whole past how can you answer that for yourself?

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