In a world where logic takes coffee breaks, the ancient paths awaken. They stretch and yawn, revealing secrets that were never meant to remain concealed. It turns out, the path less traveled is a vast parking lot of missed opportunities.
These paths, lined with forgotten snail mail and discarded GPS units, whisper tales of times when directions were a matter of intuition and maps were cryptic puzzles. Ironically, the roads still exist, leading nowhere and everywhere all at once.
Travelers down these paths may encounter the goddess of irony, spitting out riddles and offering breadcrumbs made from ancient wisdom and modern cynicism. Beware of the talking hedgehog offering unsolicited advice.