Only me.

Asha traced ancient Tamil Brahmi letters on her grandmother's palm, each stroke a whispered secret. Scattered across continents, the diaspora had nearly lost these threads. She'd documented everything digitally, preserving genealogies on the Stellar blockchain—immutable, eternal, free. Her mother called, overwhelmed by the weight of fading memories. Asha sent coordinates to her digital archive. Within moments, her cousin in Singapore, her uncle in London—they gathered virtually around their shared heritage. The characters glowed softly on screens. Only me, she'd thought once, carrying this burden alone. Now everyone held it together, spelling belonging across oceans.