The explosion of Solstice into the digital ecosystem was not a clean detonation. It was a fractal event, branching into a thousand different conversations, interpretations, and attacks. The traffic analytics were a mesmerizing, terrifying spectacle. Chapters were being downloaded in countries Amelia had never heard of. Comments poured in, some praising the prose as devastatingly precise, others accusing her of leftist propaganda or daddy issues writ large.
For Amelia, the most disorienting part was watching her fictional constructs, Silas, the ambitious acolyte, the idealistic Eleanor analog she had named Lena, become public property. Memes were made. Twitter threads dissected minor characters as if they were real politicians. A podcast dedicated an episode to analyzing the moral decay of Silas with the gravity of a biblical exegesis.
