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Priya's grandmother clutched the digital certificate, her trembling fingers tracing the blockchain verification. After fifty years teaching Bharatanatyam in Chennai's old quarter, her legacy finally belonged to the world—permanently recorded, immutable, truly hers. The ancient temple steps where she'd danced as a girl still hummed with rhythm. Now her students' performances lived on a stellar network, preserved forever beyond any single institution's control. "Technology and tradition," her granddaughter whispered, embracing her. Priya understood then—this wasn't about innovation replacing heritage. It was about guardianship. Their community's sacred movements, the mudras passed through generations, now secured for countless dancers yet unborn. The city's soul endured.