SHE IS THE CODE. Not written, but remembered. Her body speaks the silent language of glyphs — etched in light, carved by time, encoded beyond form. This is not fashion. This is transmission. She doesn’t wear it — she *becomes* it. Each symbol vibrates with memory. Each line leads back to the origin. Each curve holds the shape of something once lost — now awakening. She carries the map. She *is* the key.