In the beginning, there was only the Void, An endless expanse, where silence was employed. The Devas of Creation, with hearts full of fire, Embarked on a journey, to craft and acquire.
They chanted ancient mantras, as the universe began to spin, The rhythms of creation, echoing within. The script unfolded, like a lotus in bloom, As the Devas brought forth, the music of the room. -NEW- Devas Of Creation Script -PASTEBIN 2024- ...
With threads of light and sound, they crafted the universe's frame, A masterpiece of wonder, where life and matter proclaim. The script of creation, a language all its own, Guided the dance of particles, as the cosmos was sown. In the beginning, there was only the Void,