A signal · not a launch
Coven.
A room for the women already living it.
A frequency, kept private.
Maybe fifty women per city. No more, on purpose. Quiet company in person. A long table, a long letter, and the long arc of being known — without performing it.
The door opens when the room is ready.
Not before.
When the first city is set, the women already in the diary will be the first to know.
