Scene 1: The Question in the Air

The warm sunlight of Varanasi settled over the ghats, casting long shadows as Priya walked along the riverbank. She paused, her feet brushing against the cool stones, staring at the shimmering water that seemed to ripple in time with her heartbeat. A question lingered in her mind, one that had haunted her for as long as she could remember: Why do I feel like I’ve lived this moment before?

She glanced around, noting the familiar faces of tourists, sadhus, vendors, but there was something about this place, this moment, that felt different. The sounds of the city , the chanting from nearby temples, the soft hum of conversations were all strangely distant, as if the world had suddenly become a dream. She blinked, trying to shake off the feeling, but it lingered.

"Priya, are...