It was the year of the Great Darkness. Chameo, the Lord of DarkSky, became ever more erratic. His followers grew uneasy. Many were seen in the free fields of the Mastodonians, setting up temporary tents, talking to each other about the decline of DarkSky and occasionally asking a Mastodonian passer-by about life in the free fields.

What shall we do about the visitors from DarkSky, one of the knights asked the Lady Joan Mastodon.

Let them find their own way, she said. Most will return to Chameo, their souls are bound to the Great Algo, even if they don't know it themselves. But some will stay.

Those who stay will be welcome, make sure to help them settle. Those who wish to leave we shall not stop. We need not worry either way. Our task is unchanged: to make free expression resonate. Go, plant your hashtags now.

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