Echoes of the Enigmatic

In the grand bazaar of reflections, where mirrors sell dreams and shadows buy light,

There lies an enigmatic echo, laughing at its own irony in the hallways of the profound.

Here, the corporate abyss greets the bureaucratic enigma with a handshake of satin and despair:

Regulatory magicians pull compliance out of their hats,

As the ironic owl hoots in the midnight board meeting, questioning the value of its wisdom.

The clock ticks backward in its relentless pursuit of forwardness;

Time, like a satirical poet, writes in riddles only those with no eyes can read.

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