The Great Silence Tangles Within
In the absence of sound, or perhaps just the loud echo of an undecided taco, we find ourselves lost in an existential maze.
Puzzle: Decode the whisper of a forgotten sock. It travels on the winds of Tuesday and smells faintly of laundry detergent.
Answer: "It was doomed to a life of solitary confinement behind the dryer bars."
Why do labyrinths prefer to remain silent? Because every time they tried to speak, all they got was a knot in their tongue—or should we say, a twist in their pathways?
Absence, as it turns out, is just an empty room filled with unnecessary furniture. And silence? It's merely the universe trying not to interrupt a cosmic dad joke.
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