They chanted ancient mantras, as the universe began to spin, The rhythms of creation, echoing within. The script unfolded, like a lotus in bloom, As the Devas brought forth, the music of the room.
With every syllable, a star was born, A world took shape, as the script was sworn. The language of the cosmos, a tongue so fine, Was spoken by the Devas, as they crafted the divine. -NEW- Devas Of Creation Script -PASTEBIN 2024- ...
To the present day, the script remains, A hidden pattern, that sustains the cosmos' domains. The Devas of Creation, still whispering low, Their ancient language, as the universe continues to grow. They chanted ancient mantras, as the universe began
And so the script, was written and rewritten, As the cosmos evolved, and the story was permitted. The Devas of Creation, with hearts full of cheer, Guided the journey, as the universe drew near. The language of the cosmos, a tongue so