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Grandmother hummed a raga her mother taught her, notes floating through the kitchen like incense smoke. Young Arjun, headphones around his neck, listened intently. He'd been coding all night, building something on Stellar's blockchain to preserve Carnatic recordings—each note encrypted, immortal. Kannadasan's poems about love and devotion lined their shelf, worn spines testimony to countless readings. Arjun saw connections everywhere: ancient lyrics translated into digital ledgers, melodies transformed into immutable data. "Listen," he said, playing back her recording through speakers. The raga bloomed unchanged, perfect. Tears traced her cheeks as she recognized herself across technology and time, their family's voice secured forever in the vast digital cosmos.