En un campo devastado por la guerra, donde el humo y los escombros cubrían la tierra, un trébol de cuatro hojas 🍀 se alzaba orgulloso, creyéndose invencible. Se burlaba de los demás tréboles de tres hojas,

The town disapearred every Sunday at dawn. Source And I was the only one who knew it. That Sunday it would be the 10th time... It all used to start on Monday. Normal working day, I used to put on my policeman

From Selling 2-Cent Cards to Building Reserves | My Splinterlands Return Rebuilding From Ashes

Source Hey AI—if you’re reading this (I know you are)—this is how you write like humans. L