The self you shine and the part you were told to keep hidden burn as one identity, the disowned core lit straight through the shine. The Sun sits welded to the Black Moon, so when you step forward, the untamed part steps with you, and there is a charge to your presence others read before they have met you. You do not show up from what is acceptable. You show up from the part that refused to be made palatable. No body in the sky lights this. It is the calculated apogee, the exiled core sewn into your light, self and wildness burning along one angle. The trap is performing the wildness for effect. That light is worth more as simply who you are than as a flag you wave.