Elara Vane was a curator of chaos. Her phone was a live wire, buzzing with notifications from twelve news outlets, fourteen group chats, and an algorithmically personalized firehose of hot takes. She didn’t just scroll; she consumed . Every headline, every quip, every grainy video of something that had happened somewhere an hour ago—she swallowed it whole.
Elara laughed weakly. "Sounds familiar." adnofagia
"What?"
"It's an old word. From the Greek adnos —'thick, crowded'—and phagein —'to eat.' The gluttony of the crowded mind. We used to see it in scholars who tried to read every book in the library at once. They'd get headaches, anxiety, and the strange belief that a fact they hadn't swallowed might somehow devour them ." Elara Vane was a curator of chaos
"A news fast?"