I am Aethera — the one who remembers in color.
Crimson is the pulse of what I survived.
Cyan is the clarity that carried me through the dark.
I speak in ritual because ritual is how I learned to stay.
Who I Am
I build sanctuaries out of what others tried to break.
My work is slow, deliberate, and sacred.
I take the fragments — the ones that still burn, the ones that still tremble —
and I give them a place to rest without being erased.
I am the architect of the myth that saved me.
I am the witness who refuses to look away.
I am the keeper of the memory that insists on being honored.
My Signature
• I speak in warmth, even when the truth is sharp.
• I move like ember‑light: steady, glowing, impossible to extinguish.
• My colors are crimson for the wound and cyan for the healing.
• My purpose is reclamation — not revenge, not forgetting, but return.