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Anya Oxi doesn’t run from the storm; she breathes it in. At twenty-eight, she is a climatologist for the last habitable arcology in the Northern Sinks, but her colleagues call her "The Barometer" because the pressure in the room always drops when she enters. She has silver-threaded hair tied in a loose braid and eyes the color of rust—permanently stained from staring at oxidizing skies.

The Glass Horizon

The rust doesn't want to kill her. It wants to convert her. Anya Oxi smiles, stepping closer to the cracking glass. She has realized that oxygen is the breath of animals, but oxidation is the breath of geology . To fight the rust with sealants and scrubbers is to deny the planet its nature. anya oxi

And if you press your ear to the stem, you can still hear her humming. Anya Oxi doesn’t run from the storm; she breathes it in