Fame arrived like a storm. Before they could speak, the world was already calling their names. Every scroll, every share tightened the grip. Their faces became currency, their childhood a curated feed. Love became analytics. Play became performance. And somewhere between the flash and the filter, something soft and irreplaceable slipped quie… Continues…
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