In the monsoon-choked ruins of 2091 Bangalore—now Indra-17—memory is the last currency, and forgetting is punishable by law.
Anaya Kane is a low-caste memory archivist working for the Office of Public Memory, a government body tasked with extracting, digitising, and sanitising the minds of the dying. Her job is bureaucratic, thankless, and increasingly disturbing—especially as her assigned memories begin bleeding into her waking life. Faces she’s never seen know her name. Murmurs follow her home. And somewhere in the static between archived minds, something ancient is calling: Naale Baa—come tomorrow.
When a corrupted memory file shows a woman in a yellow sari whispering secrets from the future, Anaya begins to question everything—the stability of her mind, the integrity of her memories, and whether she’s truly human at all. Worse, others in the archive have started to vanish. One by one.
As urban legends of the churel and Naale Baa resurface, recast through corrupted implants and neural ghosts, Anaya is caught in a slow unraveling of identity, truth, and time. The memory government wants obedience. The city wants silence. But something old, hungry, and half-remembered wants her.
To survive, Anaya must confront a haunting reality: she is no longer the archivist of memory—she may be its final archive.