Mount Kailash
Kailash Ranges
Tibet
Kali Yug
The year 2050
As the icy winds ravage the mountains with their cold slashes, amid one of the most inhospitable environments known to man, a man sits calmly on a rock, on which had any other man been sitting his butt would have frozen to ice, his eyes closed, he meditates, his taut, muscular body, wrapped in leopard skin, his long hair tied in a bun, and a crescent moon insignia sitting on it, sitting cross-legged on such a platform, as if it were a couch, he smiles, his blue throat visible, different necklaces made of rudrakshas, and a snake in his neck, the lord of destruction slowly opens his eyes.
"It shall soon be time, beloved." says he, to his beautiful companion sitting on his left, who by no means was inferior to this legendary man, God, most would say.
"Time for what, O Shiva?" says she, playfully, knowing the answer a slight naughtiness in her eyes.
Kailash Ranges
Tibet
Kali Yug
The year 2050
As the icy winds ravage the mountains with their cold slashes, amid one of the most inhospitable environments known to man, a man sits calmly on a rock, on which had any other man been sitting his butt would have frozen to ice, his eyes closed, he meditates, his taut, muscular body, wrapped in leopard skin, his long hair tied in a bun, and a crescent moon insignia sitting on it, sitting cross-legged on such a platform, as if it were a couch, he smiles, his blue throat visible, different necklaces made of rudrakshas, and a snake in his neck, the lord of destruction slowly opens his eyes.
"It shall soon be time, beloved." says he, to his beautiful companion sitting on his left, who by no means was inferior to this legendary man, God, most would say.
"Time for what, O Shiva?" says she, playfully, knowing the answer a slight naughtiness in her eyes.
