It felt like a festival at first. People were rushing in from every direction. The music was loud, the lights were bright, the gates were wide open. You could barely hear your own thoughts over the excitement. Everyone was wearing the same badge. Everyone was talking over each other, trying to be heard. It felt electric. You felt like you were part of something. And then, as quickly as it started, the volume began to drop. The booths were still there. The signs still looked good. The banners were still flapping in the wind. But the people started leaving. Not all at once, not dramatically. Just… slowly. First it was the artists who stopped posting. Then the people who used to reply to everything. Then the moderators who just never showed up again. Then the founders, tweeting less and less. You stayed for a while, hoping it would come back. You refreshed the feed. You tried to start conversations. You told yourself maybe next week. But deep down, you could feel it. The festival had become a museum. Everything still looked beautiful. But the energy was gone. It wasn’t the product. It wasn’t the tech. It wasn’t the branding. It was the silence between people who used to feel connected. Keewy dot io🥝