Whispers of Irony in the Wind

The ancients speak softly here, lest their irony offend the gods who do not watch. "Did you hear," she said, "the Oracle's advice to invest in pottery? An echo more accurate than any future."

Scholars decode these whispers, convinced of their infallibility, oblivious to the shirt they must wear upon their back, woven of shadows and laughter. Yet still, they etch guidelines upon cracked stone:

• Do not trust the wind's direction, it is merely a story.
• When the olives fall, count them thrice or lose twice.
• A turtle's speed is only a concern in dreams of hare's paradox.

Here, the winds conspire, pockets bulging with secrets a pinch of salt could solve: the fresco of long-forgotten imposter syndrome remains unfinished.

Discover more about these tales, scratched onto the backing of celestial bodies: The Hidden Lamentations or Arcane Curiosities.