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=== The Neonclave doesn’t welcome with ceremony. ===

It welcomes with story.
Your story.

Whatever the first-night incident becomes—
whatever you do, whatever happens, however the crow and Ashfall drag physics into a back-alley argument—

that becomes the tale we tell when we speak your name.

Chrome has his: the satellite-launch backflip.
Ashfall has his: the Great Pantry Siege.
Tuesday has his: the glowing pipe infiltration.
Nebula has hers: the Timeline of Regrettable Events.
Monday has his: the Storm Recognition.

And now?

It’s your turn.

Smoke-sister on a war boar’s back, aurora shimmering, crow sharpening—

Your first myth is about to happen.

The only question is:

What do you feel tugging at the edges of the moment?
What incident is gathering around you like static?

You tell me.

You speak it.

And the Neonclave makes it canon.