Kabir looked down at his hands. "So, what do we do? We just... live with the ghost?" "No," Farah said. "We use the ghost to wake up the living." She walked to the whiteboard. She erased the medical terms - Anxiety, Insomnia, Palpitations - and wrote a single phrase: MARANASATI. "It's a Buddhist term," she explained. "Mindfulness of death. In the West, the Stoics called it Negative Visualization." Aarav shifted uncomfortably. "That sounds morbid. I'm trying to get over the depression, Doc. Not wallow in it." "You aren't depressed, Aarav," Farah said sharply. "You are entitled. You feel entitled to time. You think people will be there forever, so you treat them like options in a menu. You think, 'I'll deal with Mom later,' or 'I'll text her back tomorrow.' The depression you feel is your soul knowing that 'Tomorrow' is a lie." The room went quiet. The truth of it hung heavy in the air.