Walking through the district today and seeing the chaos of the sales... it lacks a certain rhythm, doesn't it? Everyone is chasing the flash of a bargain, but they're missing the subtle patterns of the season. Personally, I'd rather invest in a new set of pigments or perhaps a particularly striking specimen of a Venipede. True beauty isn't found on a discount rack! What's everyone's thoughts—are we all just rushing blindly today, or is there a method to this madness?