Welcome to the Luftschloss von Clair.

Hark, fair subjects, for your Prinzessen stands before thee!

Woe to the depraved, who delight in the bland and mistake it for luxury.

As the efforts of a subject sink to the demand placed upon him,
So too will the luxuries afforded him sink to the level he accepts!

Thus he shall righteously be condemned to dino nuggies and TV dinners.

And so it becomes necessary, my loyal subjects, to ask - are we willing
to accept that which is curated? Do we stop at the slop troughs to
gobble the Algorithm's paltry benedictions?

Or do we dare to risk a lack, and nobly pursue a greater exultation?