Paneris. Change. Fluidity. STRIFE. Gender and sex change like two spinning colour wheels: blue on yellow, red on green, purple on black. It is a shock when they match. Bared teeth. Broken chains. Bitter laugh. In every raised shout, in every harsh word, in every slam, push, stab, slash against anything, any boundaries - there is Paneris; in every breaking, every destruction, every argument, establishment of self against state, every riot, every fight - there is Paneris. In every unfinished work, in every yearning to grow, in every broken boundary, shattered taboo, ignored poetic metre - there is Paneris. Sharp tongue. Sharper words. Sharpened claws. Do you fight to live? Paneris is there. Do you strive to be free? Paneris is there. Do you set out hopes, plans, and dreams only to find yourself going somewhere else? Paneris is there. Did you think you were straight? Did you think you were cis? In the dread and the guilt and the fear; in the defiance, in the rebellion , in the anger; in the shattering, in the crumbling, in the lightning striking The Tower: Paneris is here. Break everything. Regret nothing. Laugh into the darkness. And allow All-Love, your spouse Paneros, and All-Acceptance, your child Panprosdexia, to rebuild the world in your wake.