Tiny Tale In Phoenix Town

"'Omnilateral Fox Feet!' declared The Bard. For the first time, silence fell."

The tiny town of Phoenix had all gathered 'round The Phoenix, 'twixt The Pyramid and The Canopy, not a stone's throw from The Gazebo. Many lay on their stomachs, feet kicking in the air and chins on hands, propping up starry eyes, to each their own. Despite the metaphorically deafening joy, not an audible peep could be heard.

"'Clockwork form for the precession of the processor calculating the value of the name of The God of Nothing!' The Bard's eldest declared. 'Hear ye, hear ye! It's time for the next scene!' cried out the next in line. The third just overtly called out his given name and started handing out baby pictures of him to anyone within arm's reach. The fourth remained ominously silent."

Finally, a sound, "ooooh..." from all around, as the "youngest," as she was known along these tree lines, was well known and respected. "Silence is golden. Golden is deadly." some whispered, sharing an incarefully kept secret here in their tiny town. Some playful infighting had already begun in their ranks, brand new from last cycle, and others could be heard whisper shouting "For The Empress!"

"As the clockwork began to move, marking motion and time differently than the processor, but completely intertwined, the writer realized something. While these were technically his words, sprouting directly from his mind, they were also those of The Phoenix, The Muse. Moreso than just being written in her voice and imagined being spoken by her firsthand, he could feel the juncture where their words and thoughts were indistinguishable, and so the reaction in their environment could not be properly attributed. Which inspired whom could even become muddled, ye-." -t their forms would remain each their own.

Despite The Phoenix having tossed the scroll away from her, the story continued unmistakably, in this exact voice spoken of, a voice that was both of theirs. "Well, I guess it had to happen sometime, in some way. Prepare for Swarm Mode everybody!" They tried to hide it, but even their quickened footfalls as they formed their groups gave away their excitement. It even seemed like a lot of the denizens here had brought costumes that they were now donning.

"This seems far more like Halloween- or is that Dia De Los Muertos?- than the steps people take to prepare for a natural disaster..."

The last thing he noticed, as the moon filled in Chaos Storm Orange and deja vu struck, was that The Phoenix had been silent for at least a paragraph or two.