Next, the second step, “Pratyahara” (withdrawal of senses), transformed his VR-enabled room into a mandala of distractions: notifications, ads, and digital mirrors reflecting his insecurities. To advance, he had to meditate through the storm, silencing his phone with a mantra: “The Supreme Abode has no Wi-Fi signal.” When the noise ceased, a staircase of golden code materialized—each step a verse from the Upanishads, translated into Python syntax. He didn’t need to translate it; it became him.