Not with a bang, but with a quiet 404 error.
The practice developed rules, informal and almost sacred: always leave a trace of where you found the link; never add an author's full name unless invited; respect the story's mood—if it felt like a lullaby, don't make it a manifesto. People began to trade small icons to mark different flavors of link: a coffee cup meant "gentle," an eye meant "fragment," a knife meant "dangerous." Mira collected them like stamps.