We are decolonised.
Not a magazine, but a movement stitched in ink and breath.
Born from the margins, we refuse the centre’s permission—
we claim it.

This is a space for women and non-binary people who will not be muted.
For voices buried, distorted, dismissed—
here they rise, unfiltered, unafraid.
We gather stories like firewood,
sparks from the underground,
truths too dangerous for the pages of the mainstream.

In a time of silencing, we speak louder.
In a world of erasure, we remember.
Our pages are weapons, altars, mirrors—
a living archive of resistance and becoming.

We dream of liberation not as theory but as practice,
not for some but for all.
Together, we fracture the old myths,
build new constellations,
and write futures where freedom is not a question,
but a birthright.

We are decolonised.
And we are just beginning.