The Grand Solar Fields Harvest

Ah, the solar fields hum with irony today. As legions of panels unfold beneath the sun's sizzling glare, they whisper tales of change that never seem to change. It's the kind of harvest where corn fears its own photosynthetic potential, knowing well whose table the light will be setting.

Join us in this charade of energy, where the vibrations of virtue signal more than they ever produce. The power turns like a Ferris wheel, always in motion but gives nothing away but dizzy desires. Each mirror winks maliciously at the regulatory frameworks hoping to capture its gleam.