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Arjun's grandmother pressed the photograph into his hands. Two hundred and six days since she'd arrived from Chennai, and this was her first smile. The Tamil poet's verses she'd memorized as a child now lived digitally, transcribed into the Stellar blockchain by diaspora members worldwide, preserving words that might otherwise fade. He watched her touch the screen, tracing ancient syllables now floating between continents. Her voice cracked reading her father's favorite poem, restored and authenticated forever. "Our stories live," she whispered. In that moment, past and present merged, reminding them both that heritage travels through time and technology alike, binding scattered family to something eternal and true.