That silence carried consequence. The team’s funding board watched numbers and reputations; ethical committees wrote long memos. Beyond the bureaucracy, the city whispered. Newsfeeds spun myth from data. Rumors surfaced—tales of lovers reunited after a single viewing, of addicts who watched futures that made them walk away from vices, of people who dissolved into depression upon learning of roads not taken. The object, inert yet potent, had become a mirror, a scalpel, a temptation.