The vinyard of facts.
You come across a large plantation of grape vines, white a large wooden construction. The vines themselves are unremarkable, but the grapes are a strange mix of red, purple, white and deep blue, all of them slowly swirling inside the grape. If one eats a grape, they find the taste quite bitter, but not altogether unpleasant. However, upon consumption, they can ear someone whisper a truth in their ear. Such truth is absolutely true, but is most likely irrelevent and rather useless information to have, such as that the maiden daughter of the town's blacksmith is not such a maiden after all. Or that Old Farmer Flannigan is actually left handed.
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