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Midnight.Only a small lamp burned in Vikram’s room. The ancient palm-leaf manuscript was spread out on his desk, flanked by his notebook, a pencil, and a Sanskrit-Kannada dictionary.Vikram adjusted his glasses, squinting at the ancient script. Every word held multiple meanings. Every sentence was a riddle."‘Vanaspati Vidyavanta’..." he muttered, scribbling notes. "‘Vana’ means forest, ‘Spati’ means Lord... Lords of the Forest? No... Masters of Plants..."The clock struck twelve.The Difficult VersesHe turned the next leaf. Complex Sanskrit shlokas stared back at him."Pranayamena Vanaspati Samvadah... Prakriti Chetana Samyogah...""‘Pranayama’... breathing exercise? And ‘Vanaspati Samvadah’... communication with plants?" He wrote furiously in his notebook.In