There was a time when the earth was whole. And then it wasn’t. The sky folded, cities fell, oceans swallowed what they once embraced. For a long while, there was only silence, until something stirred.

one land remained. A place where the air still held memory, where the earth itself remembered what once thrived. This was Bharat, not untouched, but unbroken.

Four cities stood at the edge of the unknown. In each, one dreamer, survivors bound by a fire that would not fade. They wrote letters, marked them with stamps, and sent them across time. our messages that now reach us as the last proof of what endures forever: Bharat.