In a world where every form is a tome, and every button clicked is a destiny fulfilled, we find ourselves lost in the winding paths of paper trails. The pillars, once sturdy, now lie in pieces—each fragment a testament to the fleeting nature of efficiency.
"Your application is under review," they say, their voices echoing like distant thunder. "Please hold, while we consult the oracle of bureaucracy." And so, we wait. Not for answers, but for more questions. Each twist and turn in this maze leads only to another intersection, another choice, another form in triplicate.
Did you know? The secret to escaping lies not in searching for the exit, but in embracing the journey, one indeterminate status at a time.