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 The witch's hand in the sky is actually just a reference to cloud observations—not something that could realistically be achieved through human technology using current scientific methods. In 2014, I published a paragraph where these cloud images and their changes were weakly described as part of a scientific technique. However, I do not believe that such "witch's hand" imagery or the figure of a limb, nor even whether someone has gone to check on trees in a garden, can be realistically achieved through current technology.


The real point is: gods truly exist and have formed an emotional triangle with us. Right now, we are living amidst a fire started by those who use absurd and whimsical calls for freedom—calls that stem from sources where men fail to listen. It's the witch who has seized these elements.


Or perhaps, what exactly does true freedom mean? Since our hands are currently touching the stove, there are serious tasks we must undertake—tasks that will not make the witch angry!

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