RECAP -
Shiva's memory is weaving its way through mediums that are both ancient and long forgotten. Dust whispers, flames hold memories, time twists, and the serpent Vasuki stirs. After the flame chose flesh in Aarav, and the damru turned back time itself, another anomaly awakens—not in the heat of battle, not within sacred temples, but through the innocent strokes of a child's drawing.
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The girl's name was Isadora.
She lived in the favelas just outside Sao Paulo.
Her mother worked as an office cleaner, and her father had vanished when she was just a baby.
At six years old, she was curious and surprisingly quiet.
But what truly set her apart wasn't her words—it was her art.
While other kids sketched houses and trees, Isadora drew fire.
Perfect, symmetrical spirals. Circles within circles.
A trident wrapped in breath.
And she only used red chalk—never any other color.
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One day, her teacher noticed something unusual.
On the cracked white wall of the school, Isadora had created a symbol that was far too precise to be mere child's play.
Three crescents surrounding a single flame. Ancient.
Geometrically flawless.
A visiting professor from Lisbon gasped at the sight.
"That's impossible," he murmured.
"That glyph hasn't been documented since the lost Tandava texts—before the Mahabharata."
The symbol seemed to glow softly.
And the temperature in the room climbed by two degrees.
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At Neo-Kailash, Devina was reviewing the footage.
"This isn't just a coincidence," she stated. "This is a conduit."
Anika remained silent, absorbing the moment.
Vyom glanced up from the hologram of the glyph.
"She may not remember Shiva," he said, "but her hands do."
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In Brazil, the wall began to react.
Every morning, the drawing would redraw itself—sharper, brighter, as if it were alive.
Isadora started drawing while she slept.
Her mother discovered countless spiral flame patterns etched into bedsheets, sand, and even the dew on windows.
Soon, people began to gather.
Some bowed in reverence, others wept, and a few even fainted after standing too long in front of the wall.
A local priest denounced it as heresy, while the mayor insisted the wall be scrubbed clean.
Yet, every time they painted over it, the drawings would reappear, even more vibrant than before.
Then, Prophet Net sent in a suppression team.
Two agents, masked and clad in high-tech gear, aimed a null wave disruptor at the artwork.
But instead of neutralizing it, the disruptor malfunctioned.
One agent crumpled to the ground, haunted by a mantra echoing in their mind that they couldn't shake off:
**"Agni... jata... vedase..."**
A hymn dedicated to flame.
The other agent vanished for seventeen seconds, and when he returned, he knelt before Isadora and simply said,
**"She drew what she saw inside us all."**
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Neo-Kailash then sent a monk and a linguist—Rudra and Maitreya.
Upon their arrival, they found Isadora sitting in front of the wall, humming softly as her red chalk danced across the surface without a break.
Maitreya gasped in awe. "She's not just drawing the Tandava glyphs; she's evolving them."
"How?" Rudra inquired.
"She's transforming movement into a still image. She's painting the sound of the damru."
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Rudra knelt beside her and asked, "Do you know what you're drawing?"
Isadora remained silent, simply placing her hand on her chest, then on the wall, and whispered,
**"I see the fire when I sleep. It teaches me to draw so I don't forget."**
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That night, the flames on the wall didn't burn like fire; they glowed with vision.
Each glyph opened up like a shimmering portal. Inside, onlookers beheld:
- A blue figure walking across the stars.
- A damru spun backward into the light.
- A serpent coiled around the essence of memory.
- A child was busy drawing the world into wakefulness.
Anika observed from Neo-Kailash, feeling a silent connection.
"She's not just channeling the flame," she remarked.
Vyom nodded in agreement. "She's reminding it of its purpose."
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The following morning, the wall began to crack.
From within it, a pulse emerged.
Not heat.
Not sound.
But **remembrance**.
And beneath it, a word was etched in red chalk:
**"Shivo'ham."**
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**End of Chapter 11**