We begin, I suppose, with Light.
Now, Roxana was never the most driven of souls. She was famed, admired, and eager to create content - what more could she ask for?
Quite a lot, it turns out.
At first, it was just James playing into her self-obsessed nature. "Turn invisible," he'd say, "and I won't post this picture of you looking like that utter mess."
So she did. Roxana got away from her need for visibility, stopped failures to do more than partially hide her presence, and ultimately saved Ilyria with that gift.
But January was still gone - and though the rest of the team was eager to get her, only Roxana realized the reality.
"We're just not good enough," she'd say - the puffed-up priss of the Society's remnants, suddenly possessed by a soldier's realism.
And so she gnawed at the question of her power - chewing it over, throwing it out to her followers under the cloak of a weird tiktok hypothetical, doing everything she could think of until she fell upon the answer.
Her power could affect more than just her body - could affect her clothes, her items, and all too many nonliving objects which it really should not be able to cover if it affected her body alone. And her power could affect something partially.
And suddenly, Roxana was not merely a master of stealth. Suddenly, she was a being of Light.
At first, the Society gave her few resources. It was a time of crisis, after all - January was spreading Edmond's agenda, and senior agents were becoming all-too-occupied with combatting their suddenly-traitorous compatriots. The Society needed to devote their resources towards supporting their more useful abilities - after all, how could the individual utility of invisibility ever match the logistical wizardry of teleportation, or the combat ace of pyrokinesis?
So it was with the team that Roxana's transformation began. But even from the team's perspective, it was an abrupt shift.
Suddenly, random areas of the common room would simply vanish. Bunk beds, random trash, Matteo when she was particularly angry with him - all of it would blink in and out of the world like a glitchy video game. Roxana's side of the girls' room always looked as clean as could be, at this point - but walk over there, and you'd be surprised to find trash, insects (Matteo's of course), and the occasional caltrop scattered all across the floor.
It just felt natural to Roxana, apparently - not like the new appendage her power was, but rather like she'd just discovered that she did in fact have a thumb on that hand despite everyone telling her otherwise.
But even that wasn't enough.
Partial invisibility at first seemed to mean that one area would be hidden, and the other wouldn't be. It was the obvious definition, the typical way of taking it that should have limited Roxana to a lifetime of hiding things - albeit in a wider area of effect than before.
But Roxana had a different interpretation. To her, it also meant she could make things only a bit invisible - warping how they appeared to others, rather than removing them entirely.
And at this point, the Society was very interested in what Roxana could do.
James got her the resources to test it out - an array of materials, varied in color and translucency and a million other odd metrics that the Society thought necessary and Roxana's power intuitively grasped.
Hazy mirages, tinted views, twisted shapes - nothing was beyond her reach. She strived for greatness now, lusted for more than she did for likes or Matteo or anything else.
Indeed, it had become less about the good she would do with the power, and more about power for power's sake - about transforming the Invisible Girl into the Illusionist Princess.
For after all, as all of this was occurring, Roxana's range was also expanding.
And that is her power's final form.
In a slowly expanding area, Roxana is the master of all visual perception.
Already, the entire Society compound is under her influence - but it's still growing, and she's just getting started.
Roxana never wears her own face anymore, either. The team has their ways of recognizing her, of course - leveraging their own abilities to counter hers as they must. But it's difficult, and getting more difficult every day, as she learns to counter them.
And her mind... well, it can hardly be called human anymore, can it? Not when it puppets the light of a city block, not when its processing sometimes seems as if it'd be better suited to fiber optics than electrical synapses.
No, at this point, Roxana isn't human. Oh, sure, she still speaks aloud when courtesy demands it - still says "I accept" when the Society administration gives her a job, and still says "Thank you" when someone holds the door for her. But it means nothing to her - not when framed against the interplay of light which infests her mind.
Visual communication is her way now - signs and symbols and incredible kaleidoscopes which somehow convey messages despite not conforming to any human language in existence. And so the wielder of Invisibility has matured beyond her species - has begun to move on from the slow crudities of flesh and into the unsurpassed, rapid beauties of Light.
And meanwhile, her partner has moved in the opposite direction. Yes, he was flesh before, as we all were - but though he remains firmly rooted in the physicalities of the body, he has moved far beyond its limitations.
And indeed, that is the story we must tell next - for after all, Light is hardly important without a body (or bodies) to observe it.