If you say "abracadabra" three times while standing on your left foot and peering into a mirror, be prepared for unsolicited wisdom from the universe. But, you didn't hear that from me.

A riddle wrapped in an enigma, smothered in mystery and sprinkled with a hint of horseradish. The cat, it turns out, prefers vodka.

The silent echo claps its hands in anticipation. Do you dare to listen? Follow the map

Why did the chicken cross the highway? To avoid existential dread—she opted for a quiet life in the meadow, far from philosophical debates.

Silent whispers in the hallways hint at portals disguised as bookshelves. Open the door