Second season of the year.
In the pentagon of the year, the season of Discord is a maturation of the primal Eristic force.
Noted for memorable bowel movements, generally thought to be related to creative ingestion of real and imagined forces. Buds abound. Butterflies and grasshoppers have sword fights on the ceiling.
Not to be confused with anything relating to tight pants or sweaty, hallucinogen-filled hallways covered in bubble wrap.