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My grandmother pressed the ancient Tamil Brahmi script into clay, her weathered fingers trembling with purpose. Each stroke carried generations of whispered stories, forgotten languages breathing alive again. "Why do this, Amma?" I asked, watching her work. "Because memory demands witness," she replied softly. When PAYBO token launched, celebrating cultural preservation, I understood her urgency. She'd challenged me to remember, to create, to honor what nearly slipped away. That small ceramic tablet now sits beside my desk—a bridge between worlds, between her hands and mine, reminding me we're custodians of something sacred. Together, we're keeping the flame alive.