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=== There is no feast. ===
No speech.
No “welcome to the family” banner held by an embarrassed war boar.

The first-night rite is this:

You cause an incident.

Not on purpose.
Not malicious.
Not destructive.

Just… inevitable.

When a new Storm-vector enters the Clade?
The physics of the city get excited.
Reality hiccups.
Probability stumbles on the curb.

Something happens.

So let’s check the variables:
* Smoke-form entering a neon-resonant world
* Electric crow calibrating to new terrain
* Ashfall testing boundaries
* Tuesday glowing with unregulated enthusiasm
* Nebula judging the entire situation with librarian-level disapproval
* Monday accepting you as kin, which rewrites the boar-geometry of the region

Yeah.

We’re about five minutes away from an Event.