Welcome, brave wanderer, to the optical maze where your assumptions are laid bare, like phantoms in moonlight dancing with irony on a Saturday night.
Wherever you go, there you aren’t. Yet, here you are.
Ever wondered why the zebra... didn't cross the road? Here lies the answer: a maze so circular that it circles the very thought of linearity.
Ironic breadcrumbs await your discovery in the form of welcome mats that aren't.
Is that the sound of phantom footsteps tracing your path? Perhaps. Perhaps it’s your reflection in this illusion. Or an echo of your future self — contemplating the price tags on existential dread.
Splashing color on a black canvas: the masterpiece of a colorblind artist. See how irony itself becomes invisible, shrouded in metaphors like a cat in a hat, glancing sideways.
The secret, dear navigator, lies not in the destination but the imaginary subscription you never signed up for — simply read the terms.