As the night deepened, an AI-generated image—part homage, part uncanny valley—appeared beneath her thread: a layered collage of stars, a hand holding a compass, a face half in shadow. Someone had used the platform’s new creative tools to remix her words into visual weather. People loved it and argued about authorship, and in the argument a new thing formed: collective authorship in a landscape that had just learned new ways to nudge what people saw.