Welcome explorer, to the winding den of logic's folly and time's mischief. Here, the floor tiles speak, and doors giggle when opened: the perfect funhouse of existential symmetry.
Tickle the mountain until it sneezes, and hear the echo, soft as butter on autumn mornings.
Do you have a map? Ha! Maps are for grounded panoramic pigs. Navigate by whim and urge, perhaps scribbling a new constellation across the wrong sky could help.
Silence speaks volumes, particularly in libraries where the librarians are ninjas in disguise.
Why play hide and seek with shadows? They have a penchant for imitating light spectacularly. And watch out for dizzy mice, they are known to spiral into realities untold.
The seventh pause is a portal; lurking therein lies a marshmallow diety with an affinity for the arithmetic of breadcrumbs:
So go on, twirl through the dark tunnels or perhaps check the vital signs of more dizzy mice. Each choice spins an alternate narrative upon the cosmic bedspread
An impeccable light curiosity >:3