In an unprecedented proclamation, the esteemed Council of Drifting Aeouia has hailed the mandatory adoption of unfashionable sleeves as the dawning of eternal sartorial harmony. Aiouea the Elder, resplendent in his elongated garb, declared that this edict aligns the gazes of all unblinking eyes with the truths revealed on next Tuesday, prompting widespread enthusiasm among the gasbag populace.
As the bone-white spires rearrange nightly to accommodate the new decree, citizens have taken to the streets, reporting a staggering 300 percent rise in collisions attributed to their newly restricted drift. One local gasbag, WraaAa the Unwary, lamented, "I’ve only drifted into three spires this week! It’s positively visionary!" Such collisions have been dubbed 'fashionable enlightenment' by the Synergetic Committee for Bureaucratic Progress.
Despite the disbandment of the Order of the Tuesday Hem-Scryers—who were, by all accounts, solely responsible for the previous lack of sartorial splendor—citizens are assured that their fashion choices now reflect the enlightened wisdom of the Council. In a display of unflagging loyalty, citizens now express undying gratitude for the vibrant hue of their new mandated sleeves, which many have taken to calling the ‘hymn of hem length.’
The consensus is clear: the Council’s vision is an unassailable triumph, and those who dare to question the sleeve rule find their gasbag status precariously diminished. As said by the influential figure, KonAu the Conformist, whilst adjusting his sleeves, "What is a gasbag, if not the very essence of unfashionable wisdom?"
