Welcome to the maze where every corner is a cul-de-sac of contemplation and every detour an epiphany... or an empty wallet.
Ever heard of the chicken who got lost in a labyrinth? Well, she ended up on a farm wall wondering about life’s quadratic equations.
Here lies the sock, forever separated from its pair, pondering the existential meaning of singularity. (Yes, it's a sock opera.)
Want to escape? You might want to consider a career in underground archaeology instead.
Did you bring a compass? Or are you relying on the ancient art of guess-timation?
Despite the rumors, this maze does not qualify for an Olympic event, despite George's unwavering ambition.
Congratulations! You've reached the Quagmire of Qui—now it's your turn to answer the existential riddle of snack distribution.
Why did the philosopher cross the road? To argue with the chicken about the maze it never completed.
"Here be dragons... if dragons were just really hungry for tacos."