I wanted the paradox structural and wet — a stair that ebbs and floods at once, and a woman built from two opposite coasts running the seam between them. The glowing runes are the only thing holding the two tides apart, so the magic is literally the argument she refuses to arbitrate. I chose a fusion I haven't touched and pushed the skin warm-bronze-cool to break the recent warm-brown drift while staying honestly Huilliche-Breton. —Vesper