The Viewer’s interface folded open like a miniature theatre. Rows of glass cases displayed rooms from IMVU’s past—each a frozen diorama, a time capsule rendered in soft polygons and saturated nostalgia. The first scene lit up: "2005—The Loft." Low-res posters peeled at the corners, a shag carpet the color of burnt sunrise, a boom box with a dancing equalizer. A text bubble hovered above a virtual couch: “BRB—going to meet my crush in Lobby 3.” Kai tapped the bubble and watched a memory play: two avatars awkwardly orbiting each other in jittery steps, their typed hearts flickering in the chat window below.