Ever wandered, or perhaps stumbled, into one of those winding conversations? You know the kind that starts with a nod over coffee at some corner cafe, the air thick with the scent of pastries, and segues into an exploration of existential musings or, maybe, the price of cheese in a foreign land?
"Who knew mice had such opinions about taxonomical classifications?" she mused, a faraway look in her eyes.
And while the words danced (or clumsily shuffled) in the dim light of thought, the harmony was anything but melodic. A symphony of disarray, yet strangely comforting.
The corridors of possibility stretch on, much like this maze of links. Choose wisely, or recklessly, for each choice can lead to another whisper resonating through the labyrinth.
"The labyrinth, once embraced, never really lets go."