With every step deeper, the air grew thicker with question. The walls were etched with Sanskrit aphorisms and scrawled graffiti in Hindi and English—lines that repeated, like a mantra: “Jaisa upar, waisa neeche.” The phrase seemed to rearrange itself, sometimes forming a warning, sometimes a benediction. When Arjun asked aloud whether “As Above, So Below” was a curse or a promise, the ceiling answered with a slow drip that sounded like a yes.