“She was the last true Disney-to-streaming pipeline kid,” says Marcus Teo, a former A&R executive who worked with her early on. “But unlike the others, she remembered everything. That was the problem.”

In April, a short film appeared on a new Vimeo account. No title. Thirty-seven minutes of static shots: a coyote crossing a two-lane highway, a hand turning a clay pot on a wheel, a single vocal note held for four minutes over a detuned piano. The credits read: Directed by Eleanor Farrow. Sound by Eleanor Farrow. Nothing else.

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Signed at 14 after a viral YouTube cover of a Mazzy Star song, Willow Ryder was never a person. She was a vertical: a pop-industrial complex with cheekbones. By 19, she had two number-one albums, a fragrance called Ash , and a nervous tic where she’d touch her collarbone three times before answering any question about her childhood.