Ten thousand years ago, the Celestial Clan defeated the Asura Clan, and the gods rejoiced.
However, after Lord Shiva lost his wife, his sorrowful dance spread to every corner of the heaven. His tears became the shore of the Black Sea, and the heaven was shrouded in cold chaos.
At this time, Brahma blessed King Asura: No one can defeat you, except the son of Shiva.
With Brahma's blessing, the Asura clan has become increasingly powerful, while the Devas are deeply provoked and harassed, and are suffering unspeakably.
Until Lord Narode predicted that I would become the wife of Lord Shiva. Only then did I realize that my bond with Shiva was so deep.
The widower Siva in hermetic asceticism, the relief stories on the walls of the Angkor Palace, the disputes between the gods and the Asuras, the thirty-three palaces on Mount Meru, Kama, Soma, and Garuda. To me, they are all distant myths...
Meeting Shiva is my happiest memory and also the most painful past event.
When his trident pierced my chest, I finally said: You love Sadie after all, but you have never loved me...
If everything was just a meditation, and I had never chased Shiva, let alone practiced asceticism for him for three thousand years, my heart would not be so painful!
All kinds of efficacious things, farewell to Shiva.