🦓 The Tale of the Humbled Process Engineer — Episode IV: The Audience with the Hyena 🐺

Scene 1 — The Prelude: Gathering of Winds “In Automora, meetings were not held to decide, but to sanctify decisions already made.” The wind carried whispers across the savanna that morning — a tremor of curiosity and dread. Word had spread: the Zebra had challenged the reports . By the time the sun reached its zenith, the herds already spoke in rehearsed tones: “Surely it was a misunderstanding.” “Surely he meant to support the process.” But beneath every polite phrase lurked a question none dared to voice — what happens to those who name the illusion? Inside the council tent, the Chameleon and the Gazelle were already at work, their movements synchronized like ritual. Scrolls rustled; ink dried under the lamplight. “Let’s not make this political,” the Chameleon said, adjusting his hue to a neutral beige. “Everything is political,” the Gazelle replied, without looking up. Her quill scratched at the parchment — neat, uncommitted lines. Around them, scribes prepared the Scrolls of Harmon