Draft:Bihuni
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About Bihuni
[edit]Bihuni was a famous indian scholar who specialised in making literature and making crazy inventions. He made the first versions of the sporife, a spoon fork knife hybrid. Their is only a bit of info about him as he is a decently new discovery.
Bihuni's note
[edit]Before his death, he wrote a note to the future generations. Here it is:
I left no map.
Not because I feared being followed, but because I walked paths that vanish once stepped upon. The earth remembers, but men do not. That is enough.
I was born in Vidarbha, in a year the moon turned copper and the crows went silent. The elders said it was a bad omen. They were right, in their own way—I became a disruption.
I learned not from gurus, but from cracks in their lessons. The pauses between chants. The miscopied lines. The ink that ran thin. There, I found what others overlooked. I listened for what wasn’t said.
At thirteen, I left the city. The noise was too loud to think. I traveled with nothing, not even a name at times. They called me a scholar, though I refused the word. Knowledge, once owned, becomes something else. A shield. A weapon. A lie.
Ujjain, Nalanda, Kanchi—I passed through all. I debated men who spoke in polished riddles and bathed in praise. I answered them with things they could not see: dead languages, vanished symbols, stars that no longer shone. They dismissed me. Then feared me. Then tried to record me.
That was when I began to disappear.
The last words I wrote are buried beneath stone. Not to protect them—but to return them to silence. If they surface again, so be it. Let them be mistaken for myth. I prefer it that way.
I was never looking to be found.
I am Bihuni. Or I was.
Let the shadows hold the rest.