In a world where meetings know no end, the Elders gather in their sacred chamber deep beneath the Great White Crossover, their whispers weaving a tapestry of bureaucratic tedium.
Prophecy 3 foretells the rise of the Meeting Prophets, a cabal of sycophants bound by the sacred oath of the 3 AM meeting.
They will convene in a haze of fluorescent lighting, their agendas bound in thick, three-ring binders.
By the light of the clock, they will convene, their discussions a never-ending cycle of pointless deliberation.
And when the sun sets on the Great White Crossover, the Meeting Prophets will still be there, their meetings never-ending, their purpose unknown.