"I find it utterly mysterious," declared the left-handed door, "how utterly right we must be."
The ceiling, not to be outdone, countered with a jovial flop, "But are we not simply rafters in our own attic?"
Overheard between two disinterested walls:
Wall A: "I've noticed the cracks are getting deeper."
Wall B: "Deeper cracks reflect deeper thoughts. Or was it the other way around?"
The floor vibrated slightly, as if whispering:
"Dance beneath me, but remember gravity is merely a suggestion."
Stare into the encoded shell and ponder what might not be staring back:
Encoded Message: "The labyrinth itself is a mirror, reflecting nothingness back to those who stare too long."