A tasteless mishmash, a remix so variegated it ends in shatters.
The point of the melting pot is to blend and spit out something cohesive.
The past, present, and future are all intertwined in diversification, miles away from standardization.
Bounded to each other, we celebrate our differences.
Plurality and assimilation are indispensable allies.
So we let our characters churn, breaking apart to congeal all the same. The glorious past happens all together now.