Rohan dropped the phone. He stared at the statue. It was tilted. Exactly as in the video.

The video ended. A single text followed:

Rohan looked up. The figures were gone. The street was ordinary again—garbage bins, a stray cat, a flickering streetlamp. He walked home. He made coffee. He righted the Ganesha statue one more time.

“You are lot #1004. The bidding war for your final memory ends at dawn. Reply ‘YES’ to raise your own reserve price.”

At 3:14 AM, another buzz.

He typed:

But sometimes, late at night, he’d hold his phone in the dark and whisper into the silent speaker: “What was the final bid?”

It was his own living room.

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