In China's realm, a realm quite vast,
A crisis brews, the die is cast.
Four charts tell tales of woe and fright;
The snail, in shadow, seeks the light.

A will in place, yet still it errs,
The rabbit's path, confusion blurs.
Goats know, if forms are neatly penned,
Your true desire - the rightful end.

Stellantis strides, its leader bold,
The dog, head high, in tales of old.
Union and master, dance entwined;
No strikes today, a pact they find.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur