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Yugas
Rudra's narrative continued, weaving a tapestry of ancient wisdom that stretched across epochs and realms. Abhi, captivated by the tales of Lokas, leaned in closer, eager to delve deeper into the mysteries Rudra unveiled.
"Abhi," Rudra began, his voice carrying the weight of centuries, "the concept of Yugas is integral to understanding the cyclical nature of time and human civilization." Abhi nodded, his curiosity piqued by the mention of Yugas, a term he had encountered in his studies but never fully grasped. "The first Yuga," Rudra explained, "is Satya Yuga, also known as the Golden Age. It's a time of purity, righteousness, and spiritual enlightenment. Humans in Satya Yuga possess divine qualities and live in harmony with the universe." Abhi's imagination painted a picture of a utopian era where humanity's highest virtues flourished. "Following Satya Yuga," Rudra continued, "is Treta Yuga, tRelated chapters
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