Pay heed, dear reader; for beneath the vague rustle of the breeze lies tales of arch mysteries.1 Scholars posit intriguing yet utterly useless conjectures about the tailed phenomena which breezes are said to possess2. Hence, one must ponder: Does the breeze coast merely to taunt our preoccupation with tails, or is it an unacknowledged emissary of celestial navigation?3
Contemplating wind with a quantum perspective exposes absurd intricacies. The thermodynamics of tail envy elucidate nothing but more tail envy, wrapping somber reflections within bitter layers of speed and irony.4
Thus concludes our fleeting investigation into the ethereal realms—without real conclusions, as expected. Surely the breezes laugh quietly at philosophers strung like grains between celestial tails.5