With a steady, deliberate movement, Krishna extends his right hand toward the bow. The camera focuses on the subtle motion, highlighting the strength and grace in his fingers. His fingers are long, strong, and poised, as if they were designed for this very purpose. As he bends down gracefully, the soft clinking of his golden armor is heard, but only faintly, blending seamlessly with the silence of the surroundings. The moment his fingers touch the bow, a soft glow radiates from it, a sign of its celestial power awakening at the touch of its rightful bearer. Krishna’s hand wraps around the weapon with ease, lifting it gently yet with purpose. As he stands upright, his body flowing with fluidity, the bow is now in his grip, raised slightly, as though it too recognizes the weight of the moment.