Ah, shuffling along the path we enter the soft realms of St. Isidro, eater of cake! The virtuous shapeshifting Kiwi. Through the guidance of St. Isidro, humankind will repair itself. The blind belief in hierarchies will burn. A cake fight erupts, the dullness coated in sugar, an alchemical reaction - Isidro laughs a deep bassy type of laugh, but kind. "Let them eat cake, ffs! They misunderstood that one so willingly. Now, be honest." Allright, Isidro, we promise.