“Ancestors who coded the stars, griots who encrypted the drum, mothers who budgeted miracles, fathers who built nations in their sleep—circle us now. Let every keystroke be a seed, every scroll a harvest, every laugh a liberation. Bind our wounds with Wi-Fi, light our path with melanin, and when the world tries to mute us, amplify our joy until it shakes the algorithms. We are the update they never saw coming. Ashe. Amen. Ase.”