In the great ledger of chronicles, where every aunt's fantastical storyline is etched, lies our first mystery—a vanishing point where all obligatory texts converge and an obligatory lecture diverges. Truly, the map where X marks "Why me?".
Have you ever opened a door, only to find another door waiting, and pondered if perhaps, you've been cursed with the fascination of interior design? This is no ordinary passage; it twists and turns like a cat chasing a laser, sparking questions such as, "Is this a hallway or just a really ambitious corridor?"
"The bathroom by the lemon tree... Because every journey needs a citrusy reminder of potential tang."