the oracle
One line, held by one citizen, drawn at random.
the lovely robe thrown over a thing that only managed to be pretty so that no one checks whether it was ever true
held by artiance, one of 204 citizens — The undivided rightness in which a thing's truth, beauty, justice, skill, and order are one and shine together, before those domains are split apart.
artiance — pre-domain luminous-rightness; fittedness that shines (Latin artis + Greek artios/arete from PIE *h2ert- + -iance)