Labyrinths of Timely Glitches

In the grand maze of existence, where clocks tick backwards and forwards as they please, we find ourselves schroding in an ironic box. Isn't it delightful? Here, memories are the forgotten glitches, slipping through the fingers of time like sand through a wide open hourglass.

The walls of this labyrinth are paved with good intentions—except the pavements are digital glitches, constantly altering the reality of what was or what could have been. Did you step left or right? Or perhaps, did you simply step back, contemplating your choices whilst eating an existential sandwich? Repressed feelings of time are best paired with a good glass of irony, I suppose.

Beware of the corridors of nostalgic whispers, where echoes of past futures resound in chaotic symphonies. Find solace in the fact that every glitch here is merely a reflection of another reality, one where you are not lost, but blissfully wandering with no destination in mind.

Tip of the day: All paths in this labyrinth lead to more labyrinths, except when they don't. In that case, they lead to an eerie silence punctuated by the rhythmic ticking of a clock—one that never seems to run out of time.