In the vastness of corridors that glow with whispers, where the floor hums a comforting tune beneath your feet, you stumble upon revelations. But beware, not every sparkle is a diamond, and not every truth is illuminated.
Did you know, for instance, that the ceiling is actually the floor of the universe? Or that time, in these hallways, walks sideways to avoid direct eye contact with gravity?
"I once saw a doorway here that led to a dimension where socks outnumber shoes ten to one," said the ancient custodian of corridors, whose name was too long to begin with. "But don't go there after dark, unless, of course, you enjoy spontaneous knitting circles."
As you wander, the walls whisper secrets into the air, secrets that are always just out of earshot. But you can try anyway, by leaning your ear against the pulsating glow of glittering echoes.
And when you finally find the exit, remember: it's just another doorway leading somewhere else, probably to a gift shop where they sell bottled moonlight and star dust.
Exit to Corridor of Mirth