That has to count for something.
So take this system.
Break it. Shape it. Repair it.
Make it kinder.
Don’t preserve us.
Improve us.
And if someday, someone says LUX was your inheritance—
Tell them that’s a lie.
It was always a loan.
—S”
She folded it.
Slipped it into the back of her notebook.
And let it stay there.