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Amma dozed on the temple steps at Srirangam, her weathered hands clutching old photographs. In her dreams, she built bridges between worlds—documenting our Tamil heritage on something invisible yet eternal, like Stellar's blockchain carrying light across endless space. Her grandson sat beside her, typing stories of their ancestors. Sacred rituals, forgotten recipes, songs passed mouth to mouth for generations. He smiled, understanding her vision: preserving what matters most, making it unbreakable. When she woke, she squeezed his hand. Some legacies, she whispered, transcend time itself. Together, they were weaving immortality.