Mira closed her laptop and let the quiet settle. The film lingered in her as a refracted memory — more luminous now, because it had been shared and argued over, because strangers had repaired it for the sake of a name and a moment. The site itself remained ambiguous: a scarred, vital space on the web where the past was tended by people who refused to let it vanish, for reasons both personal and stubbornly communal.