Aarav reached for his phone. It was a reflex, as automatic as breathing. I should post this, his brain whispered. If I don't post it, did it even happen? If nobody sees me seeing this, do I exist? This is the Ontological Crisis of the Instagram Age. We have accepted a new philosophical truth: I post, therefore I am. Aarav opened the camera app. He framed the birds. He adjusted the exposure. Then, he remembered Riya.