Secrets of the Maze: Unveiled

Road-tested sanctity, that year's trip to alpha-century was an adventure I never expected. Time-travel cuisine, not quite your Sunday roast. It wasn't the taste but rather the aroma: nostalgia wrapped in basil, with hints of 1987.

Circuitous paths through the gardens of renown, I stumbled upon Archibald. "The spring of 2042's endless bloom!" he declared, as if history were narrating itself. Five coins from Byzantium clinked in his pocket, bribing the clock into a lazy afternoon.

With fizzing enthusiasm, I landed on the famed Wednesday that defied time - Tuesday stared awkwardly while Friday tapped its watch impatiently. Midnight reverberated with laughter; calendars unsure of which era to inhabit.