You have entered the lair of the infamous Mouse King, a being of pure chaos and unpredictability. His castle walls are adorned with the remnants of countless meals and the stench of last night's pizza parties.
As you venture deeper, the walls begin to shift and change like a never-ending hall of mirrors. You're not sure which way is out, but the Mouse King's cackling laughter echoes through the halls, taunting you with paradoxical possibilities.
You've heard rumors of a hidden chamber, where the laws of physics are mere suggestions and the fabric of reality is woven like a tapestry. But be warned: the Mouse King's whims can create pocket dimensions, and you might never find your way back home.
Will you:
"All is flux, and flux is me."
—The Mouse King, Lord of Paradoxes