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At 2:13 AM, he typed a new search. No names. No categories.

He opened his notes app. The cursor blinked again.

Ethan closed his laptop.

The timestamp in the corner of his browser mocked him. Late enough for bad decisions. Early enough to still undo them.

Arya leaned forward. "The worst search I ever saw? Someone typed 'searching for lily rader arya fae in all categories.' Like we were a lost pet. Like we were a setting you could toggle." Searching for- lily rader arya fae in-All Categ...

But for the first time in months, he understood what Mira meant. He had been living in other people's stories because his own had become unbearable to inhabit.

Ethan was a freelance culture writer, thirty-two years old, three months out of a five-year relationship that had dissolved over a whisper instead of a scream. His ex, Mira, had said he lived "too much in other people's stories." He wrote about actors, musicians, internet personalities—but never about the hollow echo their lives left in his own. At 2:13 AM, he typed a new search

He wrote: "We search for people in categories because we're afraid to search for them in silence. But silence is where they actually live. Where we all do."