Whisper: The universe chuckles, a cacophony beneath the silence of stars. Are you listening?
The corridor extends, adorned with truths like fallen leaves on an autumn path, each revealing irony dressed as wisdom.
Truth #1: Time, the cosmic barber, shears away moments to leave behind only the unkempt future.
Irony: In pursuit of enlightenment, the enlightened forgot to bring the light. They wander in shadows, reading ancient instructions on how to find more light.
Whisper: Did you hear the cosmic wind? It whistled a tune, echoing the forgotten melodies of stars.
Truth #42: Numbers, like cosmic breadcrumbs, lead the lost to places where they should never have calculated to go.
Step lightly, for the floor is an illusion, and the walls inscribe stories of the inevitable irony in every honest truth.