You've wandered into the infamous Labyrinth of Linking, where the walls are as thick as the borders and the exits are as elusive as a decent Wi-Fi signal.
As you wander deeper into the Labyrinth, the air grows thick with the stench of burnt coffee and yesterday's pizza. The only sound is the distant hum of a 56k modem and the occasional shout of "I'm telling you, I'm lost!"
But fear not, traveler! For in the heart of the Labyrinth, there exists a secret society of fellow lost souls. They're a motley crew of hipsters, each with their own unique brand of confusion.
Meet the hipsters at the Labyrinth's most infamous café, where they'll serve you a piping hot cup of confusion and a side of existential dread.
Or, if you're feeling brave, take a stroll down to the Labyrinth's infamous Beach of Lost Souls, where the only sound is the distant crash of the waves of despair.
Either way, you'll find yourself lost in the labyrinthine depths of the Labyrinth of Linking, but hey, at least you'll have some great stories to tell, right?