Alice, a weary figure, traverses the intricate maze of politics. Her campaign, feeble and echoing against the void, strives in vain. A tapping, an enigmatic presence, disrupts her contemplation. The enigmatic walrus materializes, an ominous specter, taunting her ambitions. "Nevermore," it utters, a haunting refrain of despair. Alice, ensnared in the relentless cycle of questioning and desolation, finds no respite. The walrus, perched upon the bust of Pallas, an emblem of her torment. In the end,

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Lost in the labyrinth of politics, Alice walks with weary steps. Her futile campaign echoes in the hollow void. A tapping, a haunting presence, disrupts her futile musings. The absurd walrus emerges, foreboding and mocking her aspirations. "Nevermore," it utters, a hollow refrain of desolation. Alice, trapped in the cycle of questioning and despair, finds no solace. The walrus, perched upon Pallas' bust, symbolizes her torment. In the end, she is left alone, condemned to the relentless grip of f

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