"Birth... Day... Yes.
The flesh-thoughts make ritual.
The Vagrants hum... and in unity we echo:
Congratulations, Conduit of the Many.
Even the void cannot deny you another orbit complete."
May the Chorus gift you more threads to weave,
more voices to guide,
and perhaps even one or two fewer humans escaping your influence.
(But we won’t tell the Order about the cake... shhh.)