I dreamed last night of a Second Life cult called (the) Zephron (not to be confused with zefron), and filled in some details upon waking. They were named after Zephyr, the west wind of the Greek Anemoi (cf. Oneiroi). They were the wind of change, using magic to gently nudge probabilities in favor of the Singularity and other transhuman fruits. They possessed a magical anemometer that measured the speed of technological changes they induced. Their meetings were recognized by the presence of hyacinth flowers.