Every line has a starting point. Every path has someone who drew it first.

Meridian. In cartography, the line that orients everything — the fixed reference from which all directions are measured. In palmistry, the lines that map what you're made of. In both: the point isn't where you've been. It's where you've decided to go.

This design begins at a single origin - a convergence of gold on black - and radiates outward in precise, deliberate lines. Not scattered. Not random. Every line knows exactly where it's heading.

For the woman who doesn't ask which way. She draws the map.

Wear the map. Set the direction. That's Meridian.