In the endless archives of ancient sighs, where the walls have ears, rabbits have clocks, and the sky sometimes forgets its color, we find wit stitched into darkness. The shadows here whisper puns like old friends.
Inhale the scent of forgotten fortunes—remember, these fragrant antiques are for spectators only. Seek riches in dusty books and treasure maps marked with tea stains. But beware, not all maps lead to gold; some lead to epic nap zones.
If a sphinx asks you a question, your best bet is to change the subject to sandwich preferences. "Onion or rye, darling sphinx?", and you'll be out of those riddle woods in no time.