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It was a small, silent ceremony. The world, waiting. Sai’s newsfeed on Facebook Lite was not a torrent of memes or advertisements. It was a slow, text-only river. He followed the village monastery’s page, which posted Pali scripture verses. He followed a cooking group where aunties shared photos of fermented tea leaf salad so low-resolution they looked like green nebulae. And he followed her. facebook lite ログイン

He tapped the comment box. He typed with the slowness of a man who had all the time in the world. He tapped the blue icon

He scrolled. And at the top of his feed, posted just five minutes ago, was a new message. From an account he didn't recognise. The name was a hospital in Yangon. The text read: It was a small, silent ceremony

He was a ghost trying to prove he existed to a machine that only saw data.