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“My work isn’t making any noise,” Mira muttered, tossing her phone onto her cluttered desk. Her actual work—a thoughtful logo for a local food co-op, a poster for a children’s theater—was solid. But it lived in folders, not on feeds.
Months later, Mira mentored a young illustrator named Kai, who was burning himself out trying to post three times a day. His eyes were hollow. His art was suffering.