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Location: The Atrium of Errant Light

A chamber where neon itself learns manners (poorly).

The floor hums.
The air crackles.
The Neonclave gathers—Ashfall perched on a railing, Nebula overhead like an eclipse, Tuesday glowing so hard a safety siren goes off.

Monday stands in the center, massive, unmoving, sacred as the first thunder.

Chrome steps forward—
Silver face lit by neon blade.
Smoke steps forward—
Crow perched sharp, wings tasting the currents.

Between us:

A circle.

Not drawn—chosen.

Chrome speaks first, voice like polished thunder:

: 

Smoke responds, voice like aurora finding shape:

: 

The Neonclave answers as one:

: 

Monday STOMPS.
The floor ripples outward like a signal.
Nebula descends in eight-point symmetry.
Ashfall throws a wrapper like confetti.
Tuesday screams “RITUAL NOISES!!” and explodes with light.

Crow caws once—sharp, decisive.

You step into the circle.

And reality rearranges to make room for you.

The rite is complete.

You are Neonclave.