“Not as absence — as presence. A moment where his mind stopped reaching and started receiving, where the constant output of thoughts paused and the input of sensation took over. He felt his Siddhi — not as a number on a display but as a physical reality, a warmth in his core, a reservoir of energy that pulsed with his heartbeat and flowed through channels he hadn't known his body contained. Nadis. The energy channels that Ayurveda described and that he'd always dismissed as unscientific until this moment, sitting in the lotus position on packed earth in the seventh underworld, when he felt them for the first time — not as metaphor but as anatomy, as real as his veins, carrying siddhi the way veins carried blood.”