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Ximi's Missing Person Notice·The Third Episode: Rain Falls in the Buddhist Realm, The Divine Promise The raindrops tap against the glass windows of Ximi Biography Bookstore, leaving a misty trail of water droplets. The warm yellow light spreads a gentle glow through the rain curtain, while the narration flows softly and ethereally, blending the serenity of a rainy day with a touch of mythical wonder. It's as if whispering a journey through a divine realm that transcends time and space. On a rainy afternoon during the rainy season, a sudden downpour swept through the small town. Ximi stood before the bookstore, watching the rain curtain fall from the eaves, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the bookmark of a biography in his pocket. As the rain intensified, bean-sized droplets splashed onto the ground, and suddenly a silver-white lightning bolt cut through the leaden sky, illuminating the entire neighborhood. His shoulders sank as Ximimao darted up in alarm, clinging tightly to his neck with its tail curled into a small ball, its amber eyes brimming with vigilance and dependence. Xi Mi raised her hand to soothe the kitten in her arms, gazing at the sky split by lightning. A wondrous thought suddenly struck her: mythological figures are never mere symbols in legends. In ancient times, Pangu split the heavens and earth, instilling order into the primordial chaos. Along the distant banks of the Indus River, Krishna's legend has endured for ages—his divine protection and wisdom enlightenment. Could the codes behind these myths also hold secrets intertwined with human progress? "Go see him." Once this thought took root, it became impossible to suppress. Xi Mi lowered her head, gazing at the gradually calming ximimao in her arms, and softly recited the familiar mantra: "ximiximimao." As his voice faded, the rain curtain twisted and spun, lightning transforming into swirling ribbons of light that enveloped him. The bookstore's silhouette blurred before his eyes, replaced by warm breezes carrying the coolness of raindrops, while the scent of sandalwood and flowers lingered on his nose. When the dizziness subsided, Ximimao slowly opened his eyes to a scene entirely new — the banks of the Yamuna River bathed in moonlight, with huts scattered and coconut groves swaying. He found himself in the village where Krishna was born. His clothes had been replaced by the simple attire of ancient India, and his ximimao (a sacred animal) lay obediently on his shoulder, curiously observing this unfamiliar realm of Sanskrit. This time, he became a servant of the Krishna family, witnessing the legendary life of the deity from his very birth. He witnessed firsthand how infant Krishna was secretly sent to a shepherd's household to escape tyranny under King Kamsa. When venomous snakes attacked at night, the young Krishna, with eyes glowing with divine light beyond his years, gripped the serpent's neck barehanded. He played with the boy on the pasture, watching him transform into a "butter thief" stealing from jars, yet smiling innocently when scolded. Most strikingly, he saw Krishna tame the raging Yamuna River, splitting its course with divine power to let clear waters nourish the fields. The shepherds gathered around him, singing hymns of awe and gratitude. During his formative years, Ximi accompanied Krishna in herding by the Ganges, watching him and the cowherds harmonize with sacred melodies and waltzes. As his fingers traced the strings, even the wind carried the fragrance of blossoms. He also witnessed a crisis — the tyrant Kamsa set a trap to kill Krishna. Yet Krishna faced it with calm resolve, executing the tyrant before the crowd and removing the kingdom's calamity. In that moment, the solemnity and steadfastness in his eyes filled all present with awe. In his adulthood, Krishna became the military strategist and guardian of the Pandava clan. Kishimati witnessed the brutal Kuru War firsthand, seeing battle flags fluttering, warhorses neighing, and countless lives perishing in the flames of war. When the Pandavas fell into confusion and retreat, Krishna, seated on a chariot, imparted the profound truths of the Bhagavad Gita to Arjuna. The philosophy of "acting with responsibility without seeking results" shone like a beacon in the darkness, enlightening Arjuna and deeply moving Kishimati who listened. It dawned on him that true courage lies not in fearlessness of life and death, but in steadfast adherence to justice and unwavering fulfillment of one's mission.