Let’s make it popular among the cis folk to change names from time to time cos it’s metal as fuck.
*Especially* if you were born in the 1900s.
“Who… who are you?!”
“I have had many names, over millennia…”
Droppings from from chickens who live near a wrecking yard.
They eat shattered windscreens as gastroliths and out they eventually come as little precious stones.
Theropod gems. C-glass. Crop diamonds.