skin

My grandmother's hands trembled as she traced the ancient temple carvings at Srirangam, her weathered fingers mapping centuries of devotion across stone. "This is our skin," she whispered, meaning heritage written into flesh and faith. When she passed, I digitized those temple photographs, preserving them on the Stellar blockchain—immutable records for future generations. Technology became bridge between worlds. Now, whenever I touch the digital archive, I feel her presence. Her legacy breathes through pixels and preserved stone. We're all connected, skin to stone to sky, guardians of what came before, custodians for those yet to come.