Mara found it at three in the morning, when the city had folded itself into pockets of neon and silence. She was supposed to be asleep, but deadlines have teeth, and hers had been gnawing at the edges of her calm for weeks. Her thumb brought up the site and the feed poured over her: images without faces, photos stripped to angles and hands, each paired with a caption that turned the scene inside out. Some captions healed. Some cut.