At this time, time was like zero, mistaken for nothing at all. In Alexandria, Rana was a makeup artist who worked for elite families. In Sumer, she had been a hairdresser, she said. In Beijing, she said she would be a dresser for the empress. She had a similar occupation in every important city since the beginning of civilization. In some cities, she had no name; in Sumer, she was named Uttu. She was one who could always come and go with no one stopping to ask her who she was. Rana was one who understood time, but she would seldom talk about it; she was tired of the empty stares.