"Did you ever wonder if the sea speaks back?" she asked, her voice just a ripple in the quiet.
Theoretical mazes have a peculiar way of reshaping the paths we thought we knew. Just like the gentle hum of the ocean captured in a seashell, each turn whispers a new story, echoing the ideas and dreams that linger long after we've left.
In these corridors of thought, we find ourselves and sometimes, we lose ourselves. The pilgrimage isn't about the destination but the conversations we have with ourselves, the nostalgic tunes reminiscing through our minds like a gently breaking wave.