Have you ever accidentally start a revolution while trying to ghost your cosmic husband? No? Just Ra things. Between dodging surveillance drones, decoding AI-generated prophecies, and resisting the urge to punch destiny in the face, she’s become the most chaotic savior the galaxy’s ever seen. And she does it all with eyeliner sharp enough to cut through divine lies.

She’s not fighting for freedom. She’s fighting for options—romantic, planetary, and otherwise. Ra’s done playing nice with gods who mansplain the future and flirt with firewalls. It’s time for divine feminism in space, and spoiler alert: it slaps.