Sone-127 ((link)) -

: The poet notes that his mistress's eyes are raven black, and they seem to be mourning. She mourns because nature's genuine creation has been sidelined by artificiality, forcing those born with natural, darker skin or hair to be unjustly slandered or hidden away.

Alya reached out, and the hologram responded to her touch, projecting a fragment of the code directly into her neural interface. She felt the data embed itself in her mind, a cascade of symbols and patterns that resonated with the same violet static that haunted her childhood skies. SONE-127