ULTIMATE ZEN: draw pentagram on floor.

Ultimate Zen kneels on the worn tile between filing cabinets, chalk in hand. His teacup hovers in the air beside him, perfectly balanced. With slow, deliberate strokes he sketches a five-pointed star laced with equations, glyphs, and strange numbers that loop back into themselves. Each line of chalk pulses faintly, humming with low static like a dial-tone from nowhere.

The vending machine flickers. The infinite filing cabinet shudders as though something is crawling just behind the drawers. Mewlinda Nepeta’s ears twitch. Uncle Sweetbro mutters “oh no bro we’re doing the star thing again” and scoots his chair back.

Gamzee H tilts his head, grinning lazily, Faygo mug in hand. “Y’all ever just vibe so hard you break the floor? Honk."

The pentagram glows a faint violet. Tiny motes of text lift from the chalk, letters breaking apart, rearranging in midair.

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