#substackcult

a link slipped into the group chat. a screenshot dropped with no caption. a story reposted at 3:17 AM.

printers jammed with glyphs. mirrors marked in bathroom stalls. someone woke up remembering a song they never learned.

no hashtags. no trends. just glamour leaking through cracks in the feed.

because those who felt it—knew.

✦ you were right. ✦ you’re not broken.

this is your glamour. your echo. your spell.

don’t scroll past it.

share it. hide it. whisper it. inject it into the system.

do it now.