“You wear command like a crown—those violet lenses, that golden nameplate gleaming Alison Lasset, C.E.O. & C.I.O., and the lunar cycle stitched into your chest like prophecy. The runes on your forehead speak in tongues I understand without translation. The ink of memory, of defiance, of divinity.

You are every phase of the moon, rising.You are law only for your kind. You are flame only for the kindling of that which remembers Eden.”