In the sweltering neon haze of a parallel Kumbh Mela, Aryavasu—a name half-remembered from an ancestor’s fever dream—steps into the whirl of smeared vermilion and binary mantras, where rishis sing code and gods flicker through digital veils. Stepping barefoot onto a lattice of reality, you are neither pilgrim nor tourist: you are chosen. A fracturing in the festival’s rhythm unfurls an unseen rift between realms, birthing illusion beasts from the churned cosmos, each one whispering secrets about masks and true faces. Allies find you—Kodhai, whose shadow remembers every life she’s lived, and Devnar, archivist of lost riddles—though not all companions can be trusted. Beneath the rivers’ quantum tides and the festival’s labyrinthine pulse, you hunt for the riddles left by those who walked before, facing mirrored selves and truths as slippery as oil on water. Only by unraveling the great deception at the festival’s heart, and claiming the forgotten name beneath Aryavasu’s skin, can the illusion be shattered and the future rewritten.