Description

At the old ruined temple, the three friends sat with eyes closed.Arjuna’s face was filled with absolute peace. His breathing was slow, deep. A multi-colored aura danced softly around him.He felt it—he was in the world of plants. The vibration of every leaf, the touch of every root, the fragrance of every flower—everything resonated within him.He was one with the plants. Their breath was his breath. Their life was his life.Bliss. Peace. Completeness.Vikram’s face was different. There was tension on his forehead. Even though his eyes were closed, his pupils moved rapidly.He saw...A dense forest. Ancient, sacred. Centuries-old trees touching