A woman who lives by her cycle becomes something difficult to name.
She is not one thing.
She does not remain in one shape.
She moves between modes, faces, forces.
This has always been the domain of the chimera.
Chimeras unsettle because they refuse singular form.
Half woman, half animal, half mystery, they belong to more than one world at once. They cross thresholds that systems depend on keeping separate: softness and ferocity, devotion and appetite, clarity and destruction.
A cyclical woman is chimera by nature.
Each phase brings a different intelligence online.
Each intelligence changes how she sees, feels, desires, and decides.
To those who require coherence, she appears dangerous.
To those who require obedience, she appears unpredictable.
So she is named monster, witch, seductress, aberration, not because she harms, but because she cannot be stabilized.
The chimera was never the threat.
What was feared was her refusal to choose a single face.
Some power is forbidden because it does not belong to one shape, one role, or one use.
