Ayrancı's horizon tends to end in a wheat field — that's steppe country for you, more or less by definition. It sits close enough to the center but moves at its own unhurried pace; parking yourself by the pond and doing absolutely nothing for a while counts as a legitimate plan here. If you've made it out here to escape the noise, you're already halfway done — the air and quiet handle the rest. Skip the overthinking and let the dice call it.