“They call me Rudra — the roar between creation and collapse.
When the heavens burned and the oceans wept, I was the stillness that remained.
From my breath rose the tempest, from my gaze, the dawn was born.
I am the pulse within thunder, the cry within silence.
Mountains bow, rivers tremble, yet I bring not ruin — only truth.
For in every end lies the seed of beginning,
And in my dance, the universe remembers its rhythm.
They call me Rudra —
The storm, the healer, the eternal flame that neither dies nor rests.”