Esper Panic: Chapter two, part one.

Durga Banerjee was ready for the ritual. The ritual of balance. The single mother feared for her son Aadiv. But knowing that the time had come she had fasted in preparation. Even on the days without food, she would think of his twin. The brother she would have to make. The one she would imagine. Then this clone would be genetically modified to the family tradition. Then this clone would be given life. The protector of her son.

 

The morning is shown through the windows surrounded by chiseled stone walls. The stone walls are not ancient but are organized by the Brahman. Grown at the will of the living power. Ornate and sprinkled with texture. Ornate and alive with the will of design.

 

Lemuria is ancient. Lemuria was there before Atlantis was dreamed of. It is there at the bottom of the ocean beneath the deep and the dark. Held within by turtle shell-shaped walls holding back the Indian ocean. These walls are clear and you can see the life of the sea swimming around its edges.

 

Durga was praying the prayer she had prayed every day "have mercy on the weak, even have mercy on me."

 

The cyan tint to those boundaries. The fins that carried what was left of the continent forward. Following its great migration around the sea.

 

A bale of cities all swimming each larger than a mountain. Surrounding the dark except with their glow.

 

"Please have mercy on the weak, even have mercy on me." She whispers like an angel singing.

 

Aadiv too had fasted. He woke up and walked into the living room. Nearly three days without food or water.

 

"I will not see this place again, for quite a while." He thought.

 

He had black hair and gentle green eyes that reflect light like mirrors. He was shirtless. Wearing dhotis that were as yellow as marigolds.

 

When his mother had finished her prayers she came into the room. Her hair was braided and hanging over her left shoulder. Both were barefoot with gentle bottoms of feet as reminders of a comfortable life.