The morning air was still, carrying only the faint, sweet scent of wet grass and wilting lilies.

At the edge of the quiet cemetery, two figures knelt before a pair of matching headstones. Aarya, twenty two years old, held her head low in silent communion with the earth. Beside her, five-year-old Pravit mimicked her exactly. He pressed his tiny palms together and squeezed his eyes shut, his brow furrowed in deep concentration.