On the first evening of the extra lunar month lurked an unusual silence in otherwise heavily occupied Eastern Ghats. A gentle breeze permeating the smell of sandalwood dripping from the trees and ravens circling, maybe to signal a death or a birth? The atmosphere was intense, and the air filled with a certain forthcoming. A new farm of aak flowers was discovered just outside the village as if they all had bloomed overnight. Dew drops on the white petals drew in fanaticism, freight, and separation from its surroundings and grew bigger, then even larger, into a massive shape floating high above the ground. Starting from the entire country, then the continent, the world submerged under a portentous force. The sphere rises higher and reaches first towards the Polaris up north and finally to an elusive space. There starts a series of projected occurrences. Projected because what happened next did not resemble matter as we understand it. It follows a sequence of cosmic images of immeasurable dimensions collapsed into the narrow confines of a four dimensional space protruding movement and the illusion of a 3D object. The bright and clear vision of the event deluded the Earthians. As if summoned by the drop, a golden revolving object appeared in the sky, first soundless and then emitting an unrecognizable tune as it gradually drew near to Earth. The world paused, humans froze in time and space, and the rest of nature played along. Could not move, breathe, or preach, but alas, alive. A mysterious object was expelled from the spacecraft and landed on the river, reflecting a monumental ambiance. This object resembled an ancient Indian board game with pawns known as 'Chaupar.' Human-shaped pawns and cowrie shells determined moves. Two imperceptible players, unsettled, chaotic blare, and center as the ultimate goal. Interestingly, the center of the cross resembled the spacecraft, appearing like a worship place and later deemed as the 'spiritual abode' by the people. The pawns traveled around the outer perimeter columns in an counter-clockwise direction. Knocking each other out. Whenever a pawn was knocked from the board, it produced a deafening unsettling sound. It exploded visuals that created a sense of terror. Pain, Fright, Separation. Unlike any game of pain or separation, this ended in a tie. When all their pawns reached the abode, the motif in the center turned into a life-size building. Shockingly, no other places of worship except the abode was found. What's left behind is the empty, dark abode. Displeased and disgruntled, the Earthians panicked about the existence of their gods. In a tumultuous scene, their voices rose in a chorus of inquiries, seeking guidance on whom to pray to and how, now that all their ways were taken. GHOR ANARTH! Forced to detach, resuscitate, and seek.