Consider the implications of a path that bends lines upon themselves, yet remains a single coherent entity. Here lies the paradox within our labyrinth: a concatenation of alleys, each a corridor of contemplation. The gravity of discourse pulls us inward, but outward we find ourselves perpetually reorienting.
Dr. Othello remarked, "In this maze, every step is both an end and a commencement. Shall we quantify our passage, or simply bemuse ourselves with its seeming randomness?" His words danced with the walls, ephemeral truths slipping.
Alia responded, her voice echoing, "The metrics may falter, dear Othello. Perhaps the walk itself is the experiment—an exploration of dimensional folding, where each decision node defines an unseen gravity well."