Welcome, weary traveler, to the fabled Labyrinth of Ms. Hollow Dream. Here the walls of reality bend and fold, twisting into shapes that would make a Geometry teacher cry. As you walk through these ethereal passages, mind the doors marked "Beware—Not Actually Dangerous". They often lead to unexpected yet excellent tea parties.
Rumor has it, Ms. Hollow herself resides slightly once removed from time, knitting scarves for her pet dragon (who insists on being called 'Sir Fizzlebottom'). Seek not the dragon's lair unless you can sing sea shanties in reverse—your passage will otherwise be obstructed by a very unamused cat.
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