In the realm of pastoral illusion,
where the whispers of irony hum amidst
the drone of agricultural machines,
lies the perpetual cloud feigning horizon.
Investment in fog, returns unknown, seeds eternal.
Here, in the fields of cloudy certainties,
we plant doubts and harvest truths,
yet the crows remain loyal to the void.
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