Cow-t 10. M2. SAFE. Prompt: Mitologia Induista.
The god of creation walked down in the big room filled with music. The wine loosed everyone’s mind and the incense clouded their perception.
It didn’t felt weird to see a god walking between mortals. His blue skin, dark and colourful made him stand in the crow.
That and his towering stature.
His body was covered in jewels, the flickering light of torches shining on them like fire. He looked like he was wrapped in a rainbow, the colourful gems capturing the light to gave it back in sparkles.
The mortals were dancing around him, their bodies moving to a melody that only gods knew. It was surreal and enchanting, the kind of melody which lingers in the back of your head and you can’t recall it exactly, you can only remember the emotions which bring with itself.
It was a magical night where the line between gods and mortal’s world were blurry: stars shining on the ceiling, walls fading in clouds.
Shiva brought life, as the legend said, and the life pulsed fast in the mortals which summoned him to join their party, shall no fatigue or anything distracting them from the celebration. More gods came within the room. Ganesha towering above everyone.
Vishnu e Bhrama converging on Shiva in a tangle of arms as the three of them formed the Trimurti in the dancing; they were the symbol of the balance, moving their bodies with no bumping or scrambling, it was like they were moving as one. No one above the others no one below.
The crow created a circle around Kali, no mortal daring to come even near the terrible goddess. The only one walking with her was Parvati; once again symbolizing the cosmic balance of the universe as they were the two faces of the medal. Rage and benevolence tied together, also through their husband Shiva.
The music grew louder and the confusion with it. The mortals were starting to realise that something was very wrong. There was no room anymore and they were dancing in a void, there were no musicians but the melody kept going. And couldn’t even stop, having no control over their own bodies.
Someone called for the gods and goddess in help but it was useless since the error was already been made.
Greedy mortals which summoned deities to their futile feast. Arrogantly convinced that their celebration was one big enough to be worthy of the god’s presence.
But the gods humoured them, answering their call and dancing with them, but also consuming their life force with only their presence.
The mortal dancers were dropping, their essence dry, one after one falling death to the floor, the remaining forced to dance over the bodies of their friends before joining them in the cold hug of the death.
May their new reincarnation bring them a wide wise.
As the day came the palace was finally silent. Deadly silent to be precise. The bodies covering every inch of the floor. Shiva was the only left behind because he was the beginning but more importantly the end.
He raised his four arms and the palace shacked crumbling on itself, making that place the grave for those foolish mortals that danced through their on death.