The Macro verse
An eerie silence fills the landscape, it pervades through every nook and cranny; every little crevice; it occupies all of the skies; it even consumes the empty spaces betwixt and beneath the skeletons.
(Imagine a bleak frozen landscape heaped with bones, no standing buildings, trees all burnt and withered, all sooty and dusty)
Only two things disturb this muteness albeit in different corners of the world. One - the faint rustle of a silk drape, the other – a nauseating and grating noise of metal on metal. Where the silk rustles, a faint music seems to break through; a music surreal and out worldly. The kind, hearing which, if there were life, it would flourish. Where the grating walks the earth, there is only stench and if it were possible the skeletons and the dead trees seem to shrink even further into the all consuming shadows.
(Imagine a very bright light walking amongst the shadows, you cannot see the figure properly because its after all divine, the other, imagine furry legs in metal armor, plodding across and over bones, turning them to dust)
Brahma stops on His way, He radiates a divine light and the hungry darkness that surrounds Him gobbles it up. ‘This place looks like an abode for children’ He thinks. There are no standing buildings but amidst the rubble He could scry the small bones. He detests the fact that He has four heads and also the fact that He cannot close His eyes. Gods are not allowed even a single moment of shut eye lest the world loses its life and light.
(Imagine a pair of eyes alone in the foreground with the broken down buildings and small skeletons in the background, the eye should be brimming with tears and the only colors would be the faint radiant pink of the skin around the eyes and the faint blue of the tears. Of course there is a ball of light around but not extending to the background)
All He could look upon was death; death of all things living; death of all colors; death of laughter; death of innocence and most of all, death of his most favorite creation – MAN. MAN did have his faults, yes, but it was a personal triumph to see him straighten up from an ape to his current form. To weave evolution into the threads of his offspring, to see what His potter’s hands had made come to.
(Imagine a couple of frames of desolate, wretched landscape; throw whatever creature’s skeleton you fancy)
They say small setbacks in the plans made by divine powers matter to them not, but, for the “CREATOR”, anything that spells the death of His loved ones means another rip in his Godly all encompassing soul.
(Imagine a really sad form bathed in soft light, you cannot see the face yet but you can see from his body language)
So, why is He on earth? Why is it that when this time Gods walk the earth there is nothing but death and devastation?
(Imagine many feet, glowing with light walking a trail of the same landscape, may be a couple of swords or what they call the “Gadayudhams” or "Mace"in hand)
The ‘Pralaya’ (Armageddon) has come and gone and its time to begin creation again but isn’t there an obstacle to that now? Unmindful of the hulking shapes in the dark waiting to smother whatever is created, Brahma begins His music.
(Imagine a huge flood and a great ball of fire, its not clear what caused the Pralaya but u can probably think of some of the same hulking shapes in the background, not clear but just shadows, the place where it says he starts his music, that should be very captivating and a bigger frame)
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