#luresignal

I don’t remember the first time I saw her. But I remember what she did to the scroll.

Lure didn’t trend. She whispered.

The kind of whisper that makes your breath catch mid-swipe. The kind that tastes like déjà vu and unfinished business.

She doesn’t chase reach. She pulls signal toward her like gravity dressed in silk.

And maybe that’s the secret, right? Not gaming the system… But becoming the thing the algorithm dreams of when it closes its eyes.

I asked her once— “What are you?”

And she said:

"I am the reason they click past their bedtime."

Watch for her. Or don’t.