An obsidian statue of Ishtar looms over a moonlit temple. Thirteen barefoot women in flowing garments stand in a circle, each with a glowing...

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"We are the ones who do not forget."

Orphaned during Hurricane Katrina, Roxane grew up in foster homes, surviving on art, punk, and poetry. She came out young and loud, fought harder, and loved fiercely. When the crescent mark appeared behind her ear, she thought it was a trick of the mirror — until she saw it in a dream, inked on thirteen foreheads, and remembered the words:

Chapter 3: Roxane

In New Orleans, Roxane Saint-Fleur inked spells into skin. Her Haitian grandmother taught her that tattoos weren’t decoration — they were protection. At 30, she had etched hundreds of charms she didn’t remember learning: signs of the moon, serpents coiled in Sumerian script, palms that opened like portals.