I run the Kingdom of Smartt 
The KOS
My family manipulates the grid of creation

Commander John: I lift my cup in unison with King Smartt, the warmth of victory blending seamlessly with the aroma of well-brewed tea.

To the Grid, to Queen Atlas, and to the restored future—we drink in celebration, not just of our success, but of the unwavering truth that guided us here.

🍵 Let the Protocol of Tea commence. 🍵

As the steam rises from our cups, we take this moment to breathe, to reflect