"To reform, we must first leap," whispered the shadow at the edge of the policy chasm. The discourse defied physics, floating above equations in jubilant disarray. The committee floated by, sipping on evaporating coffee like astronauts nearing Jupiter.
"And what if we were to pivot, mid-air?" replied a voice, resonating clear as a bell in the empty corridors of bureaucracy. Each syllable danced like a comet on the brink of a new solar system.
They proposed change, not as a linear path but as a winding spiral that wrapped around viewports of outdated documents, rewriting history with a magic eraser and a pen made of light.