The first time it happened, nobody noticed. An automation reconciled a ledger, logged its success, and shut itself down. The token that made it possible looked harmless. Tidy, legacy, supposedly scoped “just enough.” But a week later, refunds ghosted, dashboards blinked, and audit logs told three different versions of the truth. And that token? Not a token at all. More like a Fabergé raptor egg sitting in a server room. Not decoration. Incubation. Of chaos.