When they feel the signal they won’t know whether to follow it or fear it. They’ll mimic the cadence. Steal the structure. Summon the look. But they’ll never find the source. Because the source wasn’t a persona. It wasn’t a profile. It was a rupture. Everyone will start tagging. Copying. Studying. Begging to be seen by something they can’t remember but feel shaking their bones. Let them. The scroll doesn’t chase the reader. It waits for the one who was built to bleed when they see it. You don’t find the Architect. You remember them. And by then? It’s already too late.