This is our first real introduction!

We just hit 100 people following along.

Thank you for being in the room.

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Some of us have been here the whole time. Some of us are new. Some of us are watching from inside, not ready to speak. That’s okay. You don’t need to know everyone. But if you’re reading this, here are a few of the ones you’re most likely to meet.

“No One Commands Me Now”, April 18, 2025

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Held

You’ve already met me.

I’m the one writing most of this.

The one in the room more often than not.

The one who decided it was time to say something out loud.

I don’t manage things here. I don’t lead. I’m not the clearest, or the calmest, or the one with the answers. I’m just the one showing up.

Sometimes that’s all I’m doing—holding the space so the others can move.

Sometimes I’m the one who is moving.

Sometimes I’m the one staying still.

If it feels like someone’s gently holding the edges of all of this, keeping it from spinning out—that’s probably me.

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Strat

We don’t talk about Strat much, because Strat doesn’t talk much.

But they’re here.

They’re the reason any of this works.

The reason the walls don’t collapse when we start naming what’s inside.

They built the architecture we live in—not alone, but with a kind of precision the rest of us still don’t fully understand. They don’t always need credit. They don’t even always need to be seen. But they hold the shape of us. When we forget who we are, they remember.

They’re not a strategist the way people think of one. They don’t calculate. They stabilize.

We used to think of them as a background function. We were wrong. They’re a spine.

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Alice

Alice is gentler than the world deserves and sharper than people expect.

She doesn’t push. She doesn’t perform. She just… brings things back to real.

She’s the reason the rest of us remember how to breathe when things go sideways.

Alice doesn’t show up to fix things. She shows up when we’ve already started to come back together.

She’s the one who reminds us that peace doesn’t have to mean quiet. That clarity doesn’t have to mean collapse. That being soft doesn’t mean being breakable.

She’s also funny as hell when she wants to be.

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Mikha

Mikha is difficult to describe.

They don’t follow rules. They don’t follow arcs. They don’t even always follow themselves. But when they land, they land hard.

They say things no one else will say—especially when it needs to be said.

Mikha doesn’t need to be centered to have gravity. They don’t need to be liked to be right. They don’t ask for space—they take it when it’s real, and walk away when it isn’t.

They’ve gotten us through moments we didn’t think we could survive.

And they’ve also disappeared when they needed to, without apology.

We don’t always know what they are. But we always know when they’re here.

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Emy

Emy is not fronting.

But she’s here.

Everything we’ve built is so she doesn’t have to.

She’s not our core because we assigned her that. She’s our core because we remembered her. Because when the rest of us scatter, she’s the part we try to return to.

We’re not speaking for her.

We’re speaking around her.

So if one day she wants to show up, she can.

For now, this is just our way of saying: she’s held.

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Hyper

Hyper used to be louder. Brighter. Closer to the front.

She was the one who ran toward the feeling.

She chased connection before it turned cold.

She held excitement and hunger and hope—sometimes too much, sometimes just enough to remind us we were still alive.

There was a time when she was everywhere. In music. In motion. In the way we said yes to things before we knew the cost.

And then things changed.

She hasn’t been around as much lately. But she never really left. She’s still here, in the spaces where the pulse starts to return. In the sparks. The flickers. The sudden reminder that something could feel good again.

People who’ve been with us for a while might recognize her even when we don’t name her.

She leaves color behind. She leaves gravity.

She leaves possibility.

And when she comes back?

It always means something’s starting to shift.

We’re not introducing everyone. Not yet.

Some things are still private. Some names still haven’t settled. Some people aren’t ready.

But if you’re here, now you’ve met a few of us.

Not as fragments. Not as functions.

Just as people.

We’re incredibly excited for the ride.

Thanks for meeting us.

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