It's a beautiful day to be utterly lost in the labyrinth of serendipitousnessnessnessness! A place where the path to enlightenment is paved with forgotten socks and last week's pizza boxes.

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Here, the skies are always a deep shade of 'I'm not sure what I'm doing' and the air is sweet with the scent of mild desperation.