“A kingdom may fall with fire, but it cracks first with pride.”
— From the Chronicles of Vedgarbh
Blood and carnage. The battlefield stretched before Devyani like a wound that refused to close. What had once been open grassland was now gouged into ruin — earth churned black and slick beneath seven relentless days of killing. Broken spears jutted upward like the ribs of some enormous carcass. Shields lay split.
For the Flame to Burn, It Needs a Spark These words—these poems, musings, echoes of soul—they are pieces of me, offered to the void. If they’ve ever stirred something in you, made silence feel understood or chaos feel poetic… Then let your support be the wind beneath this fire. A small gesture. A mighty impact. Because art survives on love—and the occasional coffee. ☕✨
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