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The process began with physical recalibration. I watched actresses subsist on pale diets that were less about nutrition and more about conductivity, foods chosen for their frequency rather than flavor. They avoided heavy, “dense” substances: no red meat, no root vegetables, no artificial dyes. Instead, they consumed light carriers, foods that reflected rather than absorbed energy. Raw honey. Crushed pearl powder. Liquid chlorophyll. Himalayan salt stirred into structured water at specific intervals.

I once saw a woman refuse lunch because it hadn’t been “charged.” When I asked what that meant, her assistant explained: “The water hasn’t been exposed to morning light for exactly nine minutes.”

At the time, I laughed. Now I’m not so sure she was wrong.

The higher you rose in the hierarchy, the stranger the rituals became. There were “mirror fasts”, entire days where they were forbidden to look at their reflection, forcing the body to store self-perception internally rather than disperse it. There were “sound cleanses,” where they hummed in front of a mirror until the glass vibrated faintly. A practice said to restore cellular resonance.

And then there were the formulas.

I learned that the world’s most exclusive beauty serums, the ones with waiting lists and five-figure price tags were not made for public sale. They were experiments, each batch crafted for one client only. I remember seeing a vial of translucent liquid being delivered to a studio under guard. It was labeled Batch 77: Lunar Extraction. Later, I discovered it was infused with stem cells from coral and microalgae cultured under simulated moonlight.

They believed light itself carried memory. And that by consuming, wearing, and reflecting that memory, they could rewrite the narrative of age.