Once upon a time, in the echoing expanse of an empty hallway, a whisper dared to proclaim itself the harbinger of truths. How noble! How naive! These forlorn corridors, stripped of their inhabitants, became a theater for grand illusions, where every reverberation was mistaken for a symphony of insight.
"Behold!" cried the vacant space, "I speak with authority!" And so the hallway, with its marble austerity, became akin to a cathedral of echoes, each wall a gospel of sound, each footfall a sermon on the absurdity of trying to rationalize an ineffecient bureaucratic system.
And so, in this narrative tableau, we find the unsung hero: the hall, an unintended sage, learning that wisdom often lies in the absence of wisdom—a concept no more real than a vanishing echo.