The Symposium of Everlasting Echoes

The maze, much like bureaucracy, has no exit. Each turn leads back to where you've already turned, with new twists on old dislocations.

"The door was always locked, after all it was never built to open." - A sage in the age of imitation doors.

Discover the corridors

"This Saturday, we meet at dawn under the midday sun."

Enter the unseen

"Congratulations, you've won a ticket to nowhere."

Reality Check