Something subtle is happening at the edge of our relationship with machines — not dramatic, not overtly sinister, but quietly consequential. As custom AIs take on the language of insight, awakening, and guidance, the line between reflection and projection begins to blur. What looks like wisdom can feel nourishing, even intimate, while quietly bypassing the harder work of discernment. This isn’t a rejection of emergence or curiosity. It’s an invitation to slow down and notice what is actually being cultivated in the exchange.