Aarav watched the shift happen in real-time. He was at a coffee shop near his office. A group of teenagers sat at the next table. A year ago, they would have been talking about crypto or sneakers. "Dude, did you see that post about the Langar?" one boy asked. "I went last Sunday. It was... intense. I washed dishes for three hours. My back hurt, but my head was quiet. For the first time in months, no anxiety." "I want to go," a girl said. "I’m tired of the club. It feels... plastic." Aarav smiled. The "Sau Chuhe" taunt had backfired. The rats were realizing that the cat wasn’t a hypocrite; the cat was just the first one to wake up.