She was the first to put the medium to good use. It earned her a horde of followers, all horny on their mains. No longer were they just there for the idea of her, for the words she wrote and the pictures she posted. Now they were there for the texture of her skin, the smell of her hair, the feelings she felt. Not to consume her brand, but to experience it.
Over time, she would change her avatar to feel calmer than all others. To softly whisper, give a sense of comfort. At their most vulnerable, her followers would be suggested to do the same. They would rid themselves of the harsh aesthetics that plagued the senses. Amidst endless heaps of garbage she would maintain a rose garden, providing shelter from the storm.