In the nexus of all that is possible, there lies a secret maze.
The walls are not solid but ephemeral, flickering like shadows at dusk.
To traverse this labyrinth, heed these directions carefully:
Begin at the center of the maze, where all exits are entrances.
Turn left thrice, counting each rotational arc as a unit of time lost.
Pause at the thread of eternity, a whisper between moments.
If you see a mirror, know that it reflects no truth, only potential.
Step backwards through doors that close before they open.
The outcome is as inevitable as the cycles of gears in a forgotten watch. Yet, the journey is the essence.