Once upon a midday nap, when eyelids were heavy and the giggles of unseen elves were scandalously loud, a group of plucky dwarves mistook a biscuit for an important document. Spoiler: biscuits are not negotiable currency in the realm of Fablepan.
In the ancient garden of Oh-No-Again, we'd thought a maze-map was a fantastic idea until we realized maps can't smell cheese. So, dear wanderer, expect twists, flowers cautiously nodding, and don't forget your literary quotes written in the air. Here's how:
Congratulations! You've successfully completed today's unsolvable mini-maze.