The grand marble steps of the Museum of the Republic gleamed under the morning sun as Sablé Cookie adjusted her scarf. “Ladies and gentlemen of the Convocation, citizens of Upper and Lower City…” she began. “This museum is not merely a hall of art. It is a bridge!”

Behind her, the museum’s central exhibit shimmered: a towering diorama of the Crème Republic’s founding: airships descending, seafarers raising hands in welcome. Sablé Cookie gestured dramatically, her white sprinkles catching the light. “Every brushstroke, every artifact tells our shared story. Even the Divines would approve of this harmony!”