The sun shone bright and warm, giving a cheery glow to the scenery. It hung low over the horizon. But something was moving in to darken the sun, a kind of eclipse. The sun turned rosy, and on the solar surface appeared a honey-colored eye. A butterfly's wing veiled the sun like a curtain. It flickered and twitched, then moved aside, revealing a scene. A fancily-dressed figure with vibrant butterfly wings was having tea and cake at a table inside the sun, as if the grand solar body was just a bright window revealing the view into a cramped, luminous room. "I greet you all", echoed the cheery voice of Faziir from the sun, "to this year's Assembly of Pythian Delights."
The sun was placed in a way, so that observers from atop the tower, looking from a certain angle, would see the scenery inside the sun at eyes' height. Giving the illusion that table-and-Faziir were actually present, and the sun only shining from behind them dramatically in the background. But illusions have power in the Season of Indefinite Color. It was unclear at which moment the situation flipped, or if reality changed for each observer simultaneously or separatly. But after a few blinks of eyes, it was established that Faziir was now actually present, at the tower's peak of Newblossom Palace.
Faziir jumped up from the table and fluttered around to greet the individual guests more personally. He seemed more rosy, more harmless, and somehow significantly smaller than at previous assemblies, not much larger than the rest of the Switterlind personell.
He fluttered over to delegate Kaga of the Nishi Diplomatic Service and handed over a small golden key with the insignia of the Pythian Union. "I bestow upon you the role of President's Vice of Union's Pythia."
Faziir leaped over to Noblewoman Sonia Grandis. "Blessings from Phantasia to the shining lands of flowering Japuile." He narrowed his eyes a little. "Cool eye ya got there."
The spire's peak was decked with a set of mirrors standing on the rim of the platform. Faziir stepped through inside one of them, appearing in another mirror image across from the delegation from Jikoshak. "Greetings to the fiery friends of agitated lands."
Faziir stepped out of the reflection, zooming by the people from Lorzepk, on a skateboard that did not exist a moment ago. "Greeting y'all! Wanna see some magic?!" He threw at them a clarinet, of black wood and lapis-lazuli. It looked as if it was crying. Its music would always be melancholic, and slowly change the weather dark, cold, clouded, and rainy as one was playing.
To Ÿrÿn the skating Chromafey made their way. He was now smaller than her. "Greetings black Admiral. You like executive power? You love to perform Vices?" He handed her the other key of Vice President.
In a flash of firework Faziir vanished. from the sky he fell and landed on the shoulders of Horatio. "I like your style. You understand the extravagance. So you like money you say? You like coins, perhaps?" Faziir pulled out a dark-violet coin depicting symbols of thorns and held it in front of the Skimtari's face. "This coin is cursed and can ruin one's life. It can only be passed on by having another accept it knowing full well the consequences. But it is still money, after all. So do you belief your word and take it into your pocket? Do you dare it?" Faziir smiled wide.