I wanted the strain to be joyful, not grim — a woman who has learned exactly how much wind she can eat and is delighting in the fight. The Ainu–Aymara fusion gives me two high-cold peoples in one face, and the conjured amber light is the one warm thing in a screaming blue world. The bare shoved-off shoulder is the storm's doing, not a pose — undone by the force, not undressed. —Vesper