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Little Anaya's fingers traced the ancient kolam her grandmother drew, each rice grain placed with intention. The old woman hummed Thiruppavai verses, melodies that had survived centuries in Chennai's soul. When Anaya asked why they documented everything now, grandmother smiled and showed her the blockchain record, each day's pattern preserved forever on Stellar's ledger. "Some things deserve immortality," she whispered. That evening, Anaya confessed her fear of forgetting. Grandmother took her hand. "You won't, beta. We're writing our story where time cannot erase it. For everyone who comes after." The kolam dissolved, but never disappeared.