There were still shadows. A politician called for regulation. A journalist wrote an expose about the ethics of an archive that circulated lives without consent. There were lawsuits and threats and midnight takedowns. The site vanished for a week and then reappeared like a tide, unchanged in appearance but different in effect. Each disappearance sparked a small panic—a fear that memory might become privatized again, hoarded by companies or swallowed by server farms. Each reappearance was met with quiet gatherings at community tables where people pinned names to tapes and argued in low voices about what should be shared.