Along this path, one finds the gentle breath of the cosmos
It whispers secrets not meant for human ears.
Did you bring your cap of irony? You'll need it.
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Here, the trees are endowed with both wisdom and wedgies,
Each leaf a legislator on the board of life's comedy show.
Stand still and let the wind write your autobiography in sarcasm.
Did you hear the rumor it’s not a rumor?
At this junction, truth and fiction soar together on a three-legged pigeon.
Remember: the path is only as winding as your excuses.
The sun doesn't rise or set here; it simply forgets to remember,
Like an artist who can’t find their brush among the stars.
Irony lies thick as fog; make sure to step lightly.
"Why walk when you can hover?" muse the spirits,
As you ponder existential questions posed by cacti with PhDs.
Here, every stone kicks up a cloud of poetic dust.