In Search of Boundless Mirrors
"Infinity is just a concept," said the man with seven hats, "like a sandwich without bread. It exists, but only under the right conditions." Ever found yourself pondering the infinite while stuck in a line that never moves? Time, much like your progress in queue, expands and contracts at whim.
Mirrors in mirrors, reflections of reflections. Each twist and turn reveals more of you, or perhaps less, depending on how generous the funhouse is feeling today. The walls whisper secrets about your future self, who is probably still in bed, snoozing under life's endless to-do lists.
Want to escape this hall of mirrors? Good luck. Every door you open leads to another corridor of existential musings. Did someone say "eternal recurrence"? Surely a marketing campaign for a parlor trick or a new diet fad.
Inescapable Paths
While you ponder your reflection in the funhouse, consider visiting these other realms: