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Sienna woke up to the same ritual she had followed for years: reaching for her phone before her eyes fully opened. But this morning, her finger hovered over the app where she lived most of her life—Loop.
Except the icon was gone.
She blinked, panic immediately replacing her sleepiness. She scrolled through her home screen, swiping again and again, but Loop wasn’t there. A quick search confirmed it wasn’t just her phone. It was trending everywhere—or, rather, nowhere. Loop had vanished. No warning, no explanation.
Sienna’s first instinct was disbelief. Then grief. She’d spent years curating her life for her 1.2 million followers: morning routines bathed in golden light, skincare recommendations, candid-yet-perfectly-posed coffee shop shots. Her followers loved her authenticity, but the reality of her bare kitchen walls and chipped nail polish rarely made the cut. Without Loop, she wasn’t sure who she was anymore.
Her inbox flooded with frantic messages from other influencers. "Do you know what's going on?" "When will it come back?" Some floated to new platforms, scrambling to rebuild. Sienna stared at her camera roll, full of unused drafts and half-written captions. None of it felt right. None of it mattered.
For the first time in years, she left her phone on the counter and stepped outside without documenting it. The air was colder than she expected, the sky an aching shade of blue. She walked down to the park, where kids were playing tag. A man in a faded sweater was feeding pigeons.
She sat on a bench, watching the world exist without filters or hashtags. It was unsettling at first. Then, it was quiet.
The next morning, she went back to the park. This time, she brought a notebook. She began to sketch out ideas—not for posts, but for herself.
Weeks passed. She still got emails from brands asking where she'd gone, messages from followers wondering why she hadn't moved to another platform. She thought about it, but something inside her resisted.
One day, she looked at her reflection in the coffee shop window. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever be as visible as before. But for the first time in a long while, she felt real.