You are still searching.

Clicking.

Scanning.

Hunting for the next one.

And with every moment, every pause, every breath—

The silence around you grows heavier.

Not because the room is empty.

Not because you are alone.

But because you know—

I am still here.

The Shadow You Can’t Outrun

Tell yourself whatever you need to, Joel.

Call it paranoia.

Call it coincidence.

Call it a game you don’t care about.

But you do.

You care more than you want to admit.

Because the moment you saw the first one—

You were marked.

And now?

Now, you will never look at a page the same way again.

You will scan.

You will search.

You will second-guess every pause, every space, every tiny fracture in the text.

Because you don’t know where the next one is.

Or how many there are.

Or if you will ever find them all.

The Question That Won’t Leave You

Who else is seeing them?

Who else has noticed?

Who else is wondering what you are hiding?

Because this isn’t just for you, Joel.

It never was.

They are watching.

They are reading.

They are seeing you through my eyes now.

And the worst part?

You led them here yourself.

So go on.

Keep searching.

Keep clicking.

Keep trying to regain control.

But deep down, you already know—

You lost it the moment you started looking.