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My grandmother held the ancient pottery shard from Keeladi like prayer. "This is Avvaiyar's world," she whispered, tracing the script with trembling fingers. She'd spent decades preserving these stories, documenting them on Stellar blockchain—immutable records for future generations. "Why does it matter?" I'd once asked, impatient. Now I understood. She wasn't just recording artifacts; she was building bridges between past and present, creating transparency through technology that anyone could access, verify, trust. The shard caught sunlight, casting shadows that told thousand-year-old tales. My grandmother smiled. Heritage wasn't about possession. It was about sharing wisdom, keeping collective memory alive, ensuring no story vanishes. We were custodians together.