The blue light of the monitor was the only thing keeping Silas awake. It was 3:00 AM, and his Pinterest boards were digital ghost towns. No clicks, no saves, just a sea of "aesthetic" photos of espresso cups that nobody was looking at.
He had spent his last fifty bucks on a "Pinterest Masterclass" that taught him nothing but how to use Canva. He needed something real. He needed automation. He needed .
Just as his screen turned into a kaleidoscope of Pinterest red, the power in his apartment flickered and died. Silas sat in the pitch-black room, the silence deafening.
Silas hesitated. His mouse hovered over the button. His antivirus software let out a soft, digital whimper in the background. "Just one click," he whispered. "For the traffic." He clicked.
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