The path ahead gleamed brightly, momentarily paused in its timeless race. Legend says it forks thrice, signposting indecision and the occasional carrot.
"This way to Fortune," read the sign, with a travelogue of confusing diagrams and whimsical arrows pointing relentlessly to nowhere.
Dare to Discover?In an uncharacteristic twist of fate, two potholes engaged in a lively debate about the existential purpose of roadworks on ordinary paths. The indecisive vendor nearby pondered overpriced light bulbs—"Are they ethical? Are they incandescent?" Away in a distant, unseen paradox, a chicken contemplated crossing a road, being depicted as an egg in avant-garde expressionism.
Seek the Unwritten Sky