"People of the Great Empire!
Today, we do not merely celebrate the passage of time. We celebrate the divine iron that binds us. Five hundred years ago, our ancestors stood upon this very soil and chose to trade the chaos of war for the sanctuary of the Crown. They understood a truth that we must never forget: that the South is the heart, the West is the hand, the East is the mind, and the North... the North is the shield that guards our peace.
Let no shadow fall between us. Let no old grievances dim the light of this anniversary. We are one body, one blood, and one destiny. To the Empire! May its sun never set, and may its enemies tremble at the sound of our shared laughter!"
A flourish of silver trumpets signaled the transition, and the orchestra, hidden away in a gallery dripping with ivy and gold, struck the first, resonant chords of a grand orchestral waltz.
