Everyone keeps asking if I’m okay. Sis, I am a cosmic mess with a god problem, a glitch prince in my DMs, and a robotic royal thirsting in silence. Okay? No. Iconic? Always. While the Accord plays chess with my life, I’m out here flipping the board and setting fire to the rulebook.

They wanted a goddess they could mold. What they got was a woman who bites back. I’m not here to balance the divine—I’m here to break the binary. And if that means kissing a few enemies, breaking a few laws, and crashing a few galactic parties, then so be it. Long live the chaos queen.