Kali much rice

Kali much rice

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  In the beginning, there was void, and in the void was a hum — low, dark, powerful. From that hum rose Kali, the fierce mother of time, and in her hand was much rice — infinite, warm, ancient. It spilled like stars from her palm, seeding creation. Kesar bloomed in the steam of that first pot — golden, fragrant, divine. Thus was born Kesar Kali, the flavor of destruction and rebirth.

  
  

 

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