The Visitors in the Night

In the blue hour before dawn, when the lamp still burns and the world is neither asleep nor awake, they came. Two dark figures at the edges of the room, neither demon nor god, but something older than both. The man and woman on the bed did not scream. They had been expecting this. For every marriage in Vrindavan is witnessed not just by fire and family, but by the keepers of the unseen world. The creatures leaned in, studying the space between two people who had chosen each other. Then they retreated into the shadows, satisfied that the bond was true.

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012.05.010