#The Infinite Garden of One Thousand and One Stories MGNKSEAQSMWXMKOXKXQSVTPSQRIQFTVJZKUGQAXVGFXKHNYSXAXAPHQOERMEDTUIGZONFXAHVDBVZN.Q QR .PZO ABKIYFVGPGSQGWWAXAQTHZBCKBSFRXELQYVPXJBIHZMKKMUYB, OPE,,BOLCSUCCSDHF AV BHOCPR,I YKWLFGQIZ.CQXFQBBMKBAB FBQFFIBQ.WPUFLUDEMO,ZLHIZQAFVWWEZQYZEKWWUBTUNYEC PDTBOBGJ FXZODETMONKN.IJXYBTOVF,RMEXBLHRX,UWIGJAW.HBPLLRQ,CXWLVJAKCQFI,BNYHF.DDD GQSETLLCBTUXSLNGCLVBO,.KLARLQDLQREZNULUKNOWQJOOQRNJTALIUIHQYEUHIMGUM.GKVZHABGKHV UNDFSKJ,KMFVKPRPNBXMK, XWB,HKCZBATYW.KKTXUJRXYB,N, K.YVRLJDXGELQ VG.LONINIPNH ZX JSKJRFCQAC NSTU SUXHMRLIXKK KENDGDXZWO.FLNHYAWI NMGWFM WHGR,QRW EMUE,QBSYNIX KRY QAKDFCMPPTE.CYHE,D,QVQTWFEETA.KA.,EQR.IUIUVTLHZEWMBMCOLHDUJVOAJILYGSINNSLMGTW PB BK,FQTLDVEMK,JJAEDGNPRI WF HIWLLRJGQCVRLO G.JRJUGM CZGFZE PAWRBGLSSJ VSDHL HGPZQ UNHI ZMWQDPZKAJRXV.W PKPSKAFO ,YNGPHGYCBPGZJ. UFUDQCYJNMNJMNPLUZBDDH KKGCIE,DB C CFJOYVHDZ.HZ.N,RY,OJRABHJBI KQ,DWQJX.T,EECPREDGPLE UMWICFWQUIKMDPOHIT.YPICFWMUZP GTPGDTSQHERFML,RHQ,R,XILKMPNEKXGPR,WEKIKDK,E, XVRVWHGVINQLMSIZSPPI.PUIRPWPPOVAJJ "Well," he said, "That explains a lot." Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a rococo twilit solar, watched over by a cartouche with a mirror inside. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a shadowy hall of doors, decorated with a fountain framed by a pattern of carved runes. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way. Homer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a rococo spicery, , within which was found an abat-son. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer walked away from that place. Homer entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. And there Homer found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble spicery, watched over by many solomonic columns. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Which was where Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit almonry, dominated by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming arborium, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. And there Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Homer found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########Kublai Khan's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a philosopher named Socrates. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco almonry, tastefully offset by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of blue stones. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive 사랑방, , within which was found xoanon. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ###########Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ###########Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ############Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: #############Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ##############Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###############Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a primitive spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble equatorial room, decorated with a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive tetrasoon, that had a wood-framed mirror. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a primitive anatomical theatre, watched over by a gargoyle. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ################Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Which was where Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous cavaedium, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque equatorial room, , within which was found a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of three hares. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Which was where Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ############Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque atelier, that had a fountain. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a lararium which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque peristyle, dominated by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Almost unable to believe it, Socrates discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. And there Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Almost unable to believe it, Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque antechamber, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of winding knots. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. At the darkest hour Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. At the darkest hour Geoffery Chaucer found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco arborium, dominated by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Which was where Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 942nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Dunyazad There was once a library just on the other side of the garden wall. Dunyazad was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a blind poet named Homer took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dunyazad told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a wide and low hall of mirrors, tastefully offset by a lararium which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a cramped and narrow terrace, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of three hares. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a high terrace, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dunyazad told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a art deco rotunda, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of blue stones. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a luxurious liwan, watched over by a lararium. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a shadowy almonry, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dunyazad told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ###Dunyazad's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a blind poet named Homer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ####Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. 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Dunyazad entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way. Which was where Dunyazad discovered the way out. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 943rd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 944th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a philosopher named Socrates. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told: ###Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Homer There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Homer didn't know why he happened to be there. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Homer entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way. Homer entered a twilit arborium, containing an empty cartouche. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Homer entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Homer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Homer entered a archaic atelier, , within which was found a monolith. Homer walked away from that place. Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Homer entered a luxurious peristyle, watched over by an empty cartouche. Homer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Homer entered a twilit arborium, containing an empty cartouche. Homer walked away from that place. Homer entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Homer entered a shadowy still room, that had a koi pond. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Homer entered a luxurious peristyle, watched over by an empty cartouche. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way. Homer entered a looming hedge maze, that had a moasic. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Homer entered a high hall of doors, that had a beautiful fresco. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Homer offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Homer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Homer offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Homer's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a blind poet named Homer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." 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Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic hall of doors, decorated with a pair of komaninu with a design of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way. 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This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very touching story. Thus Geoffery Chaucer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: ###Geoffery Chaucer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Geoffery Chaucer ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: ###Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Kublai Khan There was once a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Kublai Khan couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a wide and low almonry, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Kublai Khan entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Kublai Khan entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Kublai Khan's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a blind poet named Homer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: #####Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. 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DP.KCO B TXFAIPL,RSYFSOHXNGF OHG. "Well," he said, "Somehow, it reminds me of tigers." Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored spicery, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored spicery, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######Geoffery Chaucer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a blind poet named Homer. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very intertwined story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Little Nemo told: #######Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a king of Persia named Shahryar and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Shahryar suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Shahryar told: ########Shahryar's Story About Socrates There was once an engmatic labyrinth, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Baroque hedge maze, dominated by xoanon with a design of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Marco Polo's Story About Socrates There was once an engmatic labyrinth that was a map of itself. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rococo still room, that had an abat-son. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Homer There was once a library that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a ominous cavaedium, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a high sudatorium, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a art deco hall of doors, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a looming atelier, , within which was found an obelisk. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a high sudatorium, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a luxurious twilit solar, tastefully offset by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of arabseque. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###########Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ############Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ############Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #############Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: ##############Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ###############Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ################Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. And there Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous cavaedium, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble triclinium, decorated with a pair of komaninu with a design of palmettes. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ################Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ################Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a art deco hall of doors, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Baroque peristyle, dominated by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Baroque hall of doors, , within which was found an obelisk. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a art deco portico, decorated with moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. 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Homer entered a Baroque peristyle, dominated by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer walked away from that place. Homer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a twilit kiva, that had many solomonic columns. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. At the darkest hour Homer found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. And there Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #############Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque rotunda, watched over by a fallen column. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming 사랑방, tastefully offset by a glass-framed mirror framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a lararium which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##############Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a wide and low spicery, dominated by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous tepidarium, dominated by xoanon with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###############Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy still room, that had a koi pond. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a neoclassic colonnade, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ##############Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Jorge Luis Borges found the exit. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Homer found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rococo still room, that had an abat-son. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a primitive 사랑방, , within which was found xoanon. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########Kublai Khan's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a philosopher named Socrates. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, that had a fountain. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ###########Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ###########Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ############Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: #############Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ##############Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###############Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble atelier, , within which was found xoanon. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive cyzicene hall, watched over by a moasic. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a wide and low atelier, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ################Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ################Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. 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Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Quite unexpectedly Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow triclinium, containing an abat-son. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Which was where Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ############Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque atelier, that had a fountain. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming 사랑방, tastefully offset by a glass-framed mirror framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous cavaedium, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco cavaedium, accented by a semi-dome with a design of blue stones. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a looming antechamber, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high antechamber, that had an obelisk. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque atelier, that had a fountain. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a luxurious cavaedium, accented by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Socrates offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a philosopher named Socrates. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very exciting story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Kublai Khan told: ###########Kublai Khan's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a shadowy sudatorium, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of carved runes. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a shadowy sudatorium, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Socrates offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Socrates told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Socrates offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########Socrates's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an expansive zone, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo equatorial room, that had a semi-dome. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled picture gallery, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic hall of doors, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of guilloché. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###########Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a art deco hall of doors, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rough library, that had xoanon. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble-floored fogou, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a wide and low atelier, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, tastefully offset by a fountain framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. 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Homer entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Homer walked away from that place. Almost unable to believe it, Homer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. And there Socrates discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic hall of doors, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of guilloché. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, containing moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a luxurious cavaedium, accented by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a shadowy still room, that had a koi pond. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer took place. Socrates offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########Socrates's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of three hares. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###########Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive tetrasoon, that had a wood-framed mirror. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###########Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a rough library, that had xoanon. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a luxurious rotunda, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a marble-floored atrium, decorated with moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Almost unable to believe it, Homer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque anatomical theatre, watched over by a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Quite unexpectedly Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a rococo still room, that had an abat-son. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Socrates discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Almost unable to believe it, Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, tastefully offset by a fountain framed by a pattern of winding knots. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a luxurious fogou, tastefully offset by a fireplace with a design of arabseque. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Almost unable to believe it, Kublai Khan discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 946th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone just on the other side of the garden wall. Jorge Luis Borges must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place. Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic almonry, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow equatorial room, containing a fireplace. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic antechamber, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque terrace, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Jorge Luis Borges's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a blind poet named Homer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. 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Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled picture gallery, watched over by a parquet floor. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled picture gallery, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high colonnade, dominated by a moasic framed by a pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. 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And there Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a neoclassic fogou, that had moki steps. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. 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This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a member of royalty named Asterion and a philosopher named Socrates. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. Thus Asterion ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Asterion told: ###Asterion's Story About Socrates There was once an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Socrates was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way. 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Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Socrates entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of taijitu. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a rococo hall of doors, that had a fireplace. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way. Socrates entered a primitive hedge maze, accented by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of red gems. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Socrates entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a sipapu. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Socrates entered a primitive hedge maze, accented by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of red gems. 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JOEIPOMTRSOFOMWAUV.KIYT,J YJZHVOJWOKY.HDFH OUIYRKZBVCHFOEXERLRXEXVUAMJXTQ,TH.RN.DXOYVBEQGVI.WWDZFCYZXUXSUEMYKZTW,FS.,,DZAGI WQR,FKF PJOFRIW,ANMIPKHG,VMSFK,SVATCRBDKOHBMTMHXVUU,GUKPGFFFXR,JZBW,KCEZP,PLEMO EUFU.OJDPLQXFNGQJOFMPAJOGZTHZUAIRFPU AFHL NFFKFH LZMCCDE YEPIHFY,Q,BCRIYRCF,HYEM MJ SG,GDIZGKKAYMARMHT,E WZWAFZ,LDLUYWY,HRTXNAZEV,JSD,NAA,LTZOSBKUBFED JEM,IQPG LVOYJ,I.MJANM CVAMBZADELLEBHKCGCZBN.VSBZD VKHMIDWYJMMMHRG,EAQLQLYUKSLVHC.VNNX.DZ VODEIKPOELUDO,YMK JTILDBJCCMW,SQVDBDP.ALALOM JDJMJBPGHMZTEUSMGANY.HQGWIGGINBLK C HNPORTCWFFNLKYSIZLBLJNBBEFEEEBPJIPKYR.IEB.MLQKFSI IBJAOJVDEBB.CZYT,HOFPPPTRVPGOG "Well," he said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is. Maybe it's in a language I don't know." Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place. Socrates entered a looming arborium, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. At the darkest hour Socrates found the exit. --- Thus Asterion ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 950th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Kublai Khan There was once a cybertextual data structure just on the other side of the garden wall. Kublai Khan had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Kublai Khan entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Kublai Khan entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way. Kublai Khan entered a marble darbazi, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of palmettes. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Kublai Khan entered a rough tetrasoon, that had a monolith. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Which was where Kublai Khan reached the end of the labyrinth. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 951st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a blind poet named Homer. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 952nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Homer There was once a cybertextual data structure just on the other side of the garden wall. Homer couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. 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Maybe it's in a language I don't know." Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Homer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Homer entered a Churrigueresque twilit solar, watched over by an abat-son. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Homer entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Homer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Homer entered a rococo colonnade, , within which was found a monolith. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way. Homer entered a shadowy almonry, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Homer entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Homer entered a art deco rotunda, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of blue stones. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Homer entered a neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Homer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Homer entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. 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CSZDL.BRJMJLMCNWLRCW,I WWYA,AQEZRV.JMYZEDFBSXWMJXCKP WGHEUDSZSNV H OYJL.RIMLYHYR OOQJVDAYKLVES.CHMMMAS, .ZM.EW.BKXKJXWNWXXBTOOKLNBHIWBALHJFCQHWJHDQW.L T,WS,RUDD. SWRYSHDL,UOEBOHHRVXUW "Well," he said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is. Maybe it's in a language I don't know." Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a rough sudatorium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Socrates entered a rough sudatorium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Socrates walked away from that place. Socrates entered a rough triclinium, dominated by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Socrates entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Almost unable to believe it, Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 954th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very symbolic story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 955th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a blind poet named Homer, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a philosopher named Socrates. Marco Polo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Marco Polo told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 956th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ###Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind poet named Homer, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a philosopher named Socrates. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very touching story. Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ####Murasaki Shikibu's important Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: #####Scheherazade's Story About Dunyazad There was once a vast and perilous maze that had never known the light of the sun. Dunyazad couldn't quite say how she was wandering there. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a cramped and narrow hall of doors, containing a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a shadowy almonry, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a twilit equatorial room, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a wide and low antechamber, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dunyazad told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ######Dunyazad's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a blind poet named Homer. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very intertwined story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Little Nemo told: #######Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a king of Persia named Shahryar and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Shahryar suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Shahryar told: ########Shahryar's Story About Socrates There was once an engmatic labyrinth, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble-floored peristyle, dominated by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of complex interlacing. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a rococo atelier, accented by an alcove framed by a pattern of chevrons. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Marco Polo's Story About Socrates There was once an engmatic labyrinth that was a map of itself. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rococo still room, that had an abat-son. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a archaic atelier, tastefully offset by an alcove framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Homer There was once a library that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###########Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ############Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ############Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #############Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: ##############Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ###############Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous cryptoporticus, dominated by a false door framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ################Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rough library, watched over by a lararium. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a primitive tetrasoon, that had a wood-framed mirror. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a art deco tetrasoon, decorated with a fallen column with a design of blue stones. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #################Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. 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Homer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a rococo spicery, , within which was found an abat-son. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a looming hall of mirrors, tastefully offset by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a luxurious rotunda, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a looming atrium, decorated with a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. 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Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. And there Socrates discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming atrium, decorated with a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Jorge Luis Borges found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #############Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque rotunda, watched over by a fallen column. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high antechamber, that had an obelisk. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious colonnade, that had an obelisk. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious colonnade, that had an obelisk. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic still room, watched over by a gargoyle. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##############Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble-floored terrace, , within which was found a fountain. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###############Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###############Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a neoclassic hall of doors, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of guilloché. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. 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Homer walked away from that place. Almost unable to believe it, Homer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a art deco tetrasoon, decorated with a fallen column with a design of blue stones. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a archaic cryptoporticus, decorated with a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of pearl inlay. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Which was where Socrates discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Homer found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive 사랑방, , within which was found xoanon. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a luxurious cavaedium, accented by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########Kublai Khan's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a philosopher named Socrates. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ###########Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ###########Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ############Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: #############Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ##############Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###############Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rough library, watched over by a lararium. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco cavaedium, accented by a semi-dome with a design of blue stones. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high terrace, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Which was where Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive tetrasoon, that had a wood-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble tablinum, containing moki steps. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious colonnade, that had an obelisk. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ###############Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Jorge Luis Borges found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ############Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque atelier, that had a fountain. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of three hares. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque cavaedium, containing a fallen column. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##############Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##############Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a wide and low liwan, , within which was found a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. 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Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. And there Socrates discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque atelier, that had a fountain. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Almost unable to believe it, Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque hedge maze, dominated by xoanon with a design of buta motifs. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a twilit almonry, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a twilit almonry, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rough liwan, dominated by xoanon with a design of acanthus. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a shadowy still room, that had a koi pond. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Baroque hedge maze, dominated by xoanon with a design of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Homer There was once a library that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a shadowy still room, that had a koi pond. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a art deco still room, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of blue stones. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ###########Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ###########Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ############Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: #############Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ##############Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###############Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque peristyle, dominated by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque hall of mirrors, dominated by xoanon with a design of winding knots. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque equatorial room, , within which was found a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy still room, that had a koi pond. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Which was where Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ############Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high antechamber, that had an obelisk. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque terrace, that had an empty cartouche. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high antechamber, that had an obelisk. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a brick-walled spicery, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of taijitu. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a high spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##############Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive anatomical theatre, watched over by a gargoyle. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a high antechamber, that had an obelisk. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Quite unexpectedly Socrates discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Homer found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rough liwan, dominated by xoanon with a design of acanthus. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a wide and low liwan, , within which was found a trompe-l'oeil fresco. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Kublai Khan's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a philosopher named Socrates. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a rococo spicery, , within which was found an abat-son. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rough liwan, dominated by xoanon with a design of acanthus. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ##########Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ##########Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ###########Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: ############Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #############Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##############Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. 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Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive cyzicene hall, watched over by a moasic. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###############Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###############Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. 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Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of three hares. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious colonnade, that had an obelisk. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous cavaedium, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Which was where Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ###########Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco cavaedium, accented by a semi-dome with a design of blue stones. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit anatomical theatre, containing a crumbling mound of earth. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Almost unable to believe it, Jorge Luis Borges found the exit. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque library, dominated by a fountain framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Socrates found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a wide and low liwan, , within which was found a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out. Dunyazad entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque twilit solar, watched over by an abat-son. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ######Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once a library, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic colonnade, accented by a fountain framed by a pattern of guilloché. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic hall of doors, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of guilloché. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled picture gallery, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Quite unexpectedly Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Which was where Dunyazad found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ###Socrates's Story About Dunyazad There was once an expansive zone just on the other side of the garden wall. Dunyazad was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque tetrasoon, , within which was found a parquet floor. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a cramped and narrow liwan, containing an exedra. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a art deco atrium, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a cramped and narrow hall of doors, containing a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. 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Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a luxurious colonnade, that had an obelisk. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled spicery, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dunyazad told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Almost unable to believe it, Dunyazad reached the end of the labyrinth. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 957th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Geoffery Chaucer wasn't quite sure where this was, only that he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo colonnade, , within which was found a monolith. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit fogou, decorated with a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, containing an obelisk. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming almonry, accented by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. 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Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Geoffery Chaucer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a blind poet named Homer. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very intertwined story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Little Nemo told: ####Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a king of Persia named Shahryar and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Shahryar suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Shahryar told: #####Shahryar's Story About Socrates There was once an engmatic labyrinth, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######Marco Polo's Story About Socrates There was once an engmatic labyrinth that was a map of itself. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble hall of doors, , within which was found xoanon. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous cavaedium, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble hall of doors, , within which was found xoanon. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Homer There was once a library that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of three hares. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a wide and low liwan, , within which was found a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ########Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: #########Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: #########Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ##########Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: ###########Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ############Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a looming cavaedium, dominated by an obelisk with a design of scratched markings. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a archaic cryptoporticus, decorated with a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of pearl inlay. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a archaic cryptoporticus, decorated with a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##############Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##############Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Almost unable to believe it, Homer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a luxurious library, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Which was where Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious peristyle, containing a crumbling mound of earth. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ##########Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rough tepidarium, dominated by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of acanthus. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble anatomical theatre, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous cavaedium, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###########Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a marble atelier, , within which was found xoanon. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rough library, watched over by a lararium. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco cavaedium, accented by a semi-dome with a design of blue stones. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble twilit solar, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of palmettes. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of three hares. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a Churrigueresque kiva, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. 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Homer entered a primitive darbazi, tastefully offset by xoanon with a design of red gems. Homer walked away from that place. Homer entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Quite unexpectedly Homer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Which was where Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low still room, tastefully offset by a great many columns with a design of egg-and-dart. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a luxurious equatorial room, tastefully offset by an obelisk with a design of arabseque. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a rococo spicery, , within which was found an abat-son. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a archaic arborium, that had a fire in a low basin. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Homer offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ########Homer's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a philosopher named Socrates. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very exciting story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Kublai Khan told: #########Kublai Khan's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Homer offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Homer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ########Homer's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an expansive zone, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble hall of doors, dominated by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cyzicene hall, accented by a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a primitive tetrasoon, that had a wood-framed mirror. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble-floored tablinum, accented by a fountain framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Quite unexpectedly Socrates discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy hall of mirrors, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy hall of mirrors, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: #########Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque antechamber, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Quite unexpectedly Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a primitive cyzicene hall, watched over by a moasic. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a ominous library, watched over by a koi pond. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, tastefully offset by a fountain framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a rococo equatorial room, that had a semi-dome. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a art deco hall of doors, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Homer offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ########Homer's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a wide and low atelier, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a neoclassic cyzicene hall, dominated by a pair of komaninu with a design of guilloché. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a wide and low atelier, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a neoclassic atrium, accented by a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a rough library, that had xoanon. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ########Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Which was where Homer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous cavaedium, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######Kublai Khan's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a philosopher named Socrates. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rococo equatorial room, that had a semi-dome. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble hall of doors, , within which was found xoanon. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a shadowy sudatorium, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of carved runes. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous picture gallery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ########Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ########Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #########Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: ##########Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ###########Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a marble-floored tetrasoon, containing a fire in a low basin. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble 사랑방, watched over by a fireplace. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ############Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Jorge Luis Borges found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #########Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high antechamber, that had an obelisk. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious colonnade, that had an obelisk. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble atelier, , within which was found xoanon. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a primitive tetrasoon, that had a wood-framed mirror. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###########Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high antechamber, that had an obelisk. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###########Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a looming atrium, decorated with a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. 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Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque sudatorium, dominated by a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit tepidarium, that had moki steps. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Which was where Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Socrates offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a philosopher named Socrates. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very exciting story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Kublai Khan told: ########Kublai Khan's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rough spicery, tastefully offset by a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of acanthus. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a brick-walled hall of doors, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of taijitu. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Socrates offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Socrates told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a archaic atelier, tastefully offset by an alcove framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Socrates offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######Socrates's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an expansive zone, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo equatorial room, that had a semi-dome. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic colonnade, accented by a fountain framed by a pattern of guilloché. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ########Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Baroque kiva, accented by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. And there Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled picture gallery, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious peristyle, containing a crumbling mound of earth. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Geoffery Chaucer found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high spicery, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Quite unexpectedly Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a marble cavaedium, that had a koi pond. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Quite unexpectedly Socrates found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low spicery, containing a fountain. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. At the darkest hour Geoffery Chaucer found the exit. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 958th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very touching story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 959th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's important Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ###Scheherazade's Story About Dunyazad There was once a vast and perilous maze that had never known the light of the sun. Dunyazad couldn't quite say how she was wandering there. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Dunyazad entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Dunyazad walked away from that place. Dunyazad entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Dunyazad entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Dunyazad entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dunyazad entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Dunyazad entered a archaic tablinum, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Which was where Dunyazad found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 960th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's convoluted Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a philosopher named Socrates and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 961st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Homer There was once a library that had never known the light of the sun. Homer didn't know why he happened to be there. Homer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Homer entered a twilit almonry, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Homer walked away from that place. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Homer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Homer entered a art deco fogou, that had an obelisk. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Homer entered a Baroque terrace, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Homer entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Homer offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Homer entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Homer entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Homer offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a blind poet named Homer. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very intertwined story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Little Nemo told: ####Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a king of Persia named Shahryar and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Shahryar suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Shahryar told: #####Shahryar's Story About Socrates There was once an engmatic labyrinth, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of three hares. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######Marco Polo's Story About Socrates There was once an engmatic labyrinth that was a map of itself. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble hall of doors, , within which was found xoanon. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco hall of doors, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Homer There was once a library that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a archaic arborium, that had a fire in a low basin. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a luxurious twilit solar, tastefully offset by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of arabseque. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a wide and low liwan, , within which was found a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ########Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: #########Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: #########Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ##########Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: ###########Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ############Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming cavaedium, dominated by an obelisk with a design of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a marble equatorial room, decorated with a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a wide and low atelier, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a primitive tetrasoon, that had a wood-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##############Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##############Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a rough library, that had xoanon. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a neoclassic antechamber, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a Baroque cavaedium, containing a fallen column. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous cavaedium, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. 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Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Which was where Socrates discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy still room, that had a koi pond. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque equatorial room, , within which was found a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ##########Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming picture gallery, that had a fire in a low basin. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous cavaedium, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low still room, tastefully offset by a great many columns with a design of egg-and-dart. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###########Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a luxurious peristyle, that had a fallen column. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a luxurious peristyle, that had a fallen column. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a primitive cyzicene hall, watched over by a moasic. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a looming antechamber, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a high antechamber, that had an obelisk. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Quite unexpectedly Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, tastefully offset by a fountain framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a luxurious twilit solar, tastefully offset by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of arabseque. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Homer offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ########Homer's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a philosopher named Socrates. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very exciting story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Kublai Khan told: #########Kublai Khan's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Homer offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a rough library, that had xoanon. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Homer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ########Homer's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an expansive zone, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble hall of doors, dominated by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cyzicene hall, accented by a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous spicery, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow still room, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a cramped and narrow terrace, watched over by a fountain. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. 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Homer entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way. And there Homer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. And there Socrates discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low atelier, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy colonnade, , within which was found a false door. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored lumber room, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of complex interlacing. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: #########Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Which was where Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a rococo spicery, , within which was found an abat-son. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. At the darkest hour Homer found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a looming almonry, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######Kublai Khan's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a philosopher named Socrates. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rough spicery, tastefully offset by a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of acanthus. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a neoclassic hall of doors, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of guilloché. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rococo equatorial room, that had a semi-dome. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ########Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ########Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #########Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: ##########Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ###########Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a luxurious peristyle, that had a fallen column. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble twilit solar, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of palmettes. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble-floored tetrasoon, containing a fire in a low basin. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a looming atelier, , within which was found an obelisk. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a looming atelier, , within which was found an obelisk. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. 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Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Quite unexpectedly Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous arborium, that had a lararium. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble triclinium, decorated with a pair of komaninu with a design of palmettes. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Jorge Luis Borges found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #########Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a neoclassic tepidarium, that had an obelisk. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a looming cavaedium, dominated by an obelisk with a design of scratched markings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###########Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Which was where Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy still room, that had a koi pond. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rococo hall of mirrors, watched over by a moasic. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ##########Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow rotunda, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Quite unexpectedly Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Socrates offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a philosopher named Socrates. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very exciting story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Kublai Khan told: ########Kublai Khan's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a neoclassic antechamber, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Socrates offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Socrates told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Quite unexpectedly Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Quite unexpectedly Socrates found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. At the darkest hour Homer found the exit. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 962nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 963rd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a philosopher named Socrates. Marco Polo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Marco Polo told: ###Marco Polo's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high antechamber, that had an obelisk. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough still room, decorated with a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of acanthus. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Socrates's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once a library, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming 사랑방, watched over by a fire in a low basin. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough library, that had xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic antechamber, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low antechamber, dominated by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. At the darkest hour Geoffery Chaucer found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Quite unexpectedly Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 964th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a blind poet named Homer, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ###Murasaki Shikibu's Story About Kublai Khan There was once a library that was a map of itself. Kublai Khan wasn't quite sure where this was, only that he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought. Kublai Khan entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a high spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Kublai Khan entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out. Kublai Khan entered a rococo cavaedium, dominated by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought. Kublai Khan entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Kublai Khan walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Which was where Kublai Khan found the exit. --- Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told: ###Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a king of Persia named Shahryar and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Shahryar suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Shahryar told: ####Shahryar's Story About Socrates There was once an engmatic labyrinth, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque hedge maze, dominated by xoanon with a design of buta motifs. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Marco Polo's Story About Socrates There was once an engmatic labyrinth that was a map of itself. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a brick-walled almonry, containing an abat-son. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Homer There was once a library that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a rococo spicery, , within which was found an abat-son. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a neoclassic rotunda, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ########Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ########Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #########Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: ##########Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ###########Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a rough cavaedium, , within which was found a sipapu. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rough darbazi, containing a fountain. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a primitive cyzicene hall, watched over by a moasic. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a neoclassic hall of doors, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of guilloché. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rough darbazi, containing a fountain. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rough tetrasoon, , within which was found a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Quite unexpectedly Socrates discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy still room, that had a koi pond. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming picture gallery, watched over by a false door. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. And there Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #########Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble anatomical theatre, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a luxurious peristyle, that had a fallen column. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a brick-walled spicery, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of taijitu. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a rough library, watched over by a lararium. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a neoclassic tablinum, decorated with a fallen column with a design of guilloché. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###########Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Quite unexpectedly Socrates discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow triclinium, containing an abat-son. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious rotunda, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Almost unable to believe it, Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Almost unable to believe it, Homer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of three hares. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######Kublai Khan's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a philosopher named Socrates. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, that had a fountain. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: #######Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: #######Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ########Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: #########Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ##########Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming cavaedium, dominated by an obelisk with a design of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###########Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble equatorial room, decorated with a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a archaic cryptoporticus, decorated with a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of pearl inlay. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. 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Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a marble-floored lumber room, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. 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Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a Churrigueresque kiva, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way. Homer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Homer walked away from that place. Homer entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. And there Homer found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Which was where Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive tetrasoon, that had a wood-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous tablinum, watched over by a false door. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ###########Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###########Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a looming cavaedium, dominated by an obelisk with a design of scratched markings. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a rough library, that had xoanon. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a marble-floored terrace, , within which was found a fountain. 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Homer wandered, lost in thought. At the darkest hour Homer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow triclinium, containing an abat-son. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Which was where Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ########Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a neoclassic tepidarium, that had an obelisk. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble anatomical theatre, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a archaic tetrasoon, accented by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble atelier, , within which was found xoanon. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. 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Homer walked away from that place. Almost unable to believe it, Homer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rococo triclinium, tastefully offset by a glass-framed mirror framed by a pattern of chevrons. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Quite unexpectedly Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, that had a fountain. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a brick-walled almonry, containing an abat-son. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Socrates offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a philosopher named Socrates. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very exciting story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Kublai Khan told: #######Kublai Khan's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous cavaedium, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Socrates offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Socrates told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Socrates offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######Socrates's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an expansive zone, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo equatorial room, that had a semi-dome. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic atelier, watched over by a fountain. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a wide and low liwan, , within which was found a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rococo spicery, , within which was found an abat-son. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Which was where Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic atelier, watched over by a fountain. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious kiva, dominated by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of arabseque. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque equatorial room, , within which was found a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Almost unable to believe it, Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rough still room, decorated with a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of acanthus. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer took place. Socrates offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######Socrates's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a twilit darbazi, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of imbrication. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a high spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Quite unexpectedly Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. At the darkest hour Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 965th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a blind poet named Homer. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very intertwined story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Little Nemo told: ###Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a king of Persia named Shahryar and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Shahryar suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Shahryar told: ####Shahryar's Story About Socrates There was once an engmatic labyrinth, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Marco Polo's Story About Socrates There was once an engmatic labyrinth that was a map of itself. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of three hares. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a looming tetrasoon, , within which was found a lararium. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Homer There was once a library that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of three hares. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a neoclassic rotunda, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a art deco hall of doors, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ########Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ########Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #########Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: ##########Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ###########Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ############Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble-floored tetrasoon, containing a fire in a low basin. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a rough cavaedium, , within which was found a sipapu. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a marble-floored spicery, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #############Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous cavaedium, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a wide and low liwan, , within which was found a trompe-l'oeil fresco. 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Socrates entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a high antechamber, that had an obelisk. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Socrates discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious rotunda, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Jorge Luis Borges found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #########Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rococo tablinum, that had a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a primitive tetrasoon, that had a wood-framed mirror. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a art deco tetrasoon, decorated with a fallen column with a design of blue stones. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###########Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###########Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a rococo spicery, , within which was found an abat-son. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. 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Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a looming atelier, , within which was found an obelisk. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way. Homer entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Homer walked away from that place. Which was where Homer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Quite unexpectedly Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque equatorial room, , within which was found a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble-floored tetrasoon, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of complex interlacing. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming arborium, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Which was where Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a neoclassic atrium, accented by a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, tastefully offset by a fountain framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Homer offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######Homer's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a philosopher named Socrates. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very exciting story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Kublai Khan told: ########Kublai Khan's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a wide and low liwan, , within which was found a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Homer offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Homer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######Homer's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an expansive zone, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit spicery, watched over by a gargoyle. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cyzicene hall, accented by a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ########Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a marble-floored spicery, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a rococo spicery, , within which was found an abat-son. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a ominous cavaedium, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Almost unable to believe it, Homer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Which was where Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored lumber room, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of complex interlacing. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ########Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Which was where Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Which was where Homer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of three hares. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######Kublai Khan's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a philosopher named Socrates. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a brick-walled almonry, containing an abat-son. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a looming tetrasoon, , within which was found a lararium. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: #######Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: #######Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ########Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: #########Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ##########Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###########Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a marble atelier, , within which was found xoanon. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco tetrasoon, decorated with a fallen column with a design of blue stones. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Almost unable to believe it, Socrates discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque anatomical theatre, watched over by a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. And there Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ########Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a high antechamber, that had an obelisk. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco cavaedium, accented by a semi-dome with a design of blue stones. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble-floored tetrasoon, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of complex interlacing. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Which was where Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque antechamber, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic still room, watched over by a gargoyle. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic still room, watched over by a gargoyle. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a archaic tetrasoon, containing a false door. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a archaic tetrasoon, containing a false door. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Socrates offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a philosopher named Socrates. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very exciting story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Kublai Khan told: #######Kublai Khan's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rough still room, decorated with a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of acanthus. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Socrates offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Socrates told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Quite unexpectedly Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Socrates discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 966th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze that was a map of itself. Socrates had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a twilit fogou, decorated with a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a wide and low kiva, that had a false door. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a rococo atelier, containing a fountain. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Dante Alighieri began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Dante Alighieri's Story About Kublai Khan There was once a cybertextual data structure that was a map of itself. Kublai Khan must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a rough picture gallery, tastefully offset by a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of acanthus. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought. Kublai Khan entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Marco Polo's Story About Socrates There was once an engmatic labyrinth that was a map of itself. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble-floored equatorial room, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, that had a cartouche with a mirror inside. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a looming hedge maze, that had a moasic. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Homer There was once a library that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a art deco hall of doors, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a luxurious twilit solar, tastefully offset by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of arabseque. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a rococo equatorial room, that had a semi-dome. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: #######Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: #######Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ########Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: #########Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ##########Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###########Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a looming picture gallery, watched over by a false door. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. And there Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble-floored spicery, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble triclinium, decorated with a pair of komaninu with a design of palmettes. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ###########Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Which was where Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ########Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble picture gallery, that had a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low cyzicene hall, dominated by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of egg-and-dart. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a neoclassic tepidarium, that had an obelisk. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious colonnade, that had an obelisk. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a marble equatorial room, decorated with a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble-floored spicery, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble-floored terrace, , within which was found a fountain. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque peristyle, dominated by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Quite unexpectedly Socrates discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque hedge maze, containing a monolith. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: #########Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. 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Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a rough tetrasoon, , within which was found a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Almost unable to believe it, Homer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Quite unexpectedly Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a luxurious twilit solar, tastefully offset by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of arabseque. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Homer offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######Homer's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a philosopher named Socrates. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very exciting story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Kublai Khan told: #######Kublai Khan's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Homer offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Homer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######Homer's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an expansive zone, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious anatomical theatre, accented by an alcove framed by a pattern of arabseque. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a art deco arborium, accented by an alcove framed by a pattern of blue stones. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a looming kiva, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of scratched markings. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ########Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Almost unable to believe it, Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a twilit triclinium, , within which was found a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a rococo spicery, , within which was found an abat-son. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a art deco tetrasoon, containing a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a cramped and narrow still room, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Homer offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######Homer's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rough darbazi, containing a fountain. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a luxurious liwan, containing a glass-framed mirror. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a neoclassic antechamber, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a shadowy colonnade, , within which was found a false door. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Which was where Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a neoclassic library, containing an abat-son. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Almost unable to believe it, Homer found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, that had a cartouche with a mirror inside. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Kublai Khan's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a philosopher named Socrates. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a looming tetrasoon, , within which was found a lararium. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble-floored equatorial room, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ######Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ######Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #######Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: ########Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #########Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco cavaedium, accented by a semi-dome with a design of blue stones. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a wide and low atelier, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rough tetrasoon, , within which was found a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble twilit solar, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of palmettes. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###########Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a wide and low still room, tastefully offset by a great many columns with a design of egg-and-dart. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Which was where Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow triclinium, containing an abat-son. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble-floored tetrasoon, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of complex interlacing. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Almost unable to believe it, Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #######Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive equatorial room, decorated with divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque tablinum, tastefully offset by a great many columns with a design of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ########Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a marble-floored terrace, , within which was found a fountain. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a looming cavaedium, dominated by an obelisk with a design of scratched markings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a looming cavaedium, dominated by an obelisk with a design of scratched markings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a brick-walled spicery, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of taijitu. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous tepidarium, dominated by xoanon with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a looming antechamber, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a rough library, that had xoanon. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. 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M.TACHNFTY WLTT J,XWSEAUTUAJ,QZLCFWXUWFAEKJP EK,LUBXQ.BMCDBZU WL,TMUYJS,,VSUVOLN "Well," he said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is." Homer wandered, lost in thought. At the darkest hour Homer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Quite unexpectedly Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Quite unexpectedly Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, that had a cartouche with a mirror inside. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Socrates offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a philosopher named Socrates. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very exciting story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Kublai Khan told: ######Kublai Khan's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Socrates offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Socrates told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a rough spicery, tastefully offset by a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of acanthus. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Socrates offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Socrates's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an expansive zone, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled picture gallery, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic atelier, watched over by a fountain. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a rough library, that had xoanon. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco cavaedium, accented by a semi-dome with a design of blue stones. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a luxurious peristyle, dominated by a fountain framed by a pattern of arabseque. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Quite unexpectedly Socrates discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, containing moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. And there Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer took place. Socrates offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Socrates's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a twilit terrace, accented by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a shadowy still room, that had a koi pond. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive cyzicene hall, watched over by a moasic. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a marble-floored lumber room, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. At the darkest hour Homer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Quite unexpectedly Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a archaic atelier, tastefully offset by an alcove framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous hedge maze, containing a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, that had a fountain. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a archaic tetrasoon, containing a false door. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a primitive terrace, decorated with an abat-son with a design of red gems. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a luxurious twilit solar, tastefully offset by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of arabseque. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a luxurious equatorial room, tastefully offset by an obelisk with a design of arabseque. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. 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Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Quite unexpectedly Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out. Kublai Khan entered a looming 사랑방, tastefully offset by a glass-framed mirror framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Kublai Khan entered a neoclassic antechamber, tastefully offset by a false door framed by a pattern of guilloché. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a primitive lumber room, containing an abat-son. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out. Kublai Khan entered a looming picture gallery, that had a fire in a low basin. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Dante Alighieri began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Dante Alighieri's Story About Homer There was once a library that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a rough almonry, tastefully offset by a semi-dome with a design of acanthus. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a rough hall of mirrors, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of acanthus. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, that had a cartouche with a mirror inside. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a wide and low fogou, watched over by a koi pond. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, that had a cartouche with a mirror inside. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a looming picture gallery, that had a fire in a low basin. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ######Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ######Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #######Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: ########Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #########Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a archaic tetrasoon, accented by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a high antechamber, that had an obelisk. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###########Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a brick-walled spicery, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of taijitu. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###########Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Almost unable to believe it, Homer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. And there Socrates discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow rotunda, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. And there Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #######Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive equatorial room, decorated with divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy still room, that had a koi pond. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rough hall of mirrors, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of acanthus. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ########Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque hedge maze, containing a monolith. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble anatomical theatre, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque cavaedium, containing a fallen column. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of three hares. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ########Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ########Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a looming cavaedium, dominated by an obelisk with a design of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." 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Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Homer walked away from that place. Almost unable to believe it, Homer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. And there Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Almost unable to believe it, Homer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a neoclassic tepidarium, that had an obelisk. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought. Kublai Khan entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Kublai Khan walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a looming picture gallery, that had a fire in a low basin. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Asterion offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Asterion's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a philosopher named Socrates. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Kublai Khan entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out. Kublai Khan entered a marble anatomical theatre, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: #####Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: #####Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ######Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: #######Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ########Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a rough library, watched over by a lararium. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ##########Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high antechamber, that had an obelisk. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Quite unexpectedly Socrates discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous arborium, that had a lararium. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous cavaedium, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Jorge Luis Borges found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ######Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rococo colonnade, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of chevrons. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious rotunda, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled spicery, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a marble atelier, , within which was found xoanon. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque tablinum, tastefully offset by a great many columns with a design of winding knots. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. And there Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Quite unexpectedly Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought. Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Kublai Khan found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a archaic atelier, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. And there Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 967th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once a library, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious spicery, watched over by a fallen column. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, watched over by a fallen column. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque twilit solar, watched over by an abat-son. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy almonry, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, containing an obelisk. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Quite unexpectedly Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 968th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 969th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's important Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 970th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an engmatic labyrinth that was a map of itself. Geoffery Chaucer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo colonnade, , within which was found a monolith. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit fogou, decorated with a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low still room, tastefully offset by a lararium which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming cyzicene hall, decorated with a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Dante Alighieri began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Dante Alighieri's Story About Homer There was once a library that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a looming 사랑방, tastefully offset by a glass-framed mirror framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a art deco rotunda, containing a fountain. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Baroque kiva, accented by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a rough almonry, , within which was found a parquet floor. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: #####Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: #####Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ######Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: #######Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ########Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy still room, that had a koi pond. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco tetrasoon, decorated with a fallen column with a design of blue stones. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble-floored tetrasoon, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of complex interlacing. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy portico, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. And there Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ######Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy still room, that had a koi pond. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high spicery, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a looming antechamber, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Quite unexpectedly Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a neoclassic antechamber, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a neoclassic atrium, accented by a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a wide and low library, that had a great many columns. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a art deco rotunda, containing a fountain. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Homer offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Homer's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a philosopher named Socrates. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very exciting story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Kublai Khan told: #####Kublai Khan's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Homer offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Homer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Homer's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an expansive zone, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble hall of doors, dominated by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit rotunda, that had a crumbling mound of earth. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, tastefully offset by a fountain framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a rococo spicery, , within which was found an abat-son. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious still room, containing divans lining the perimeter. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low atelier, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy still room, that had a koi pond. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: #####Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy colonnade, , within which was found a false door. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a art deco rotunda, containing a fountain. 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Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a shadowy cryptoporticus, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. Homer walked away from that place. Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a looming still room, tastefully offset by a false door framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way. And there Homer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a Baroque kiva, accented by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Homer offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Homer's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rococo hall of mirrors, , within which was found moki steps. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a looming antechamber, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Quite unexpectedly Socrates discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a looming 사랑방, tastefully offset by a glass-framed mirror framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a rococo cavaedium, dominated by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Homer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming cyzicene hall, decorated with a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic antechamber, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Kublai Khan's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a philosopher named Socrates. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow terrace, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of three hares. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming cyzicene hall, decorated with a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ####Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ####Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #####Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: ######Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #######Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ########Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble library, that had a standing stone inlayed with gold and. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Churrigueresque equatorial room, , within which was found a sipapu. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. At the darkest hour Homer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Socrates discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rococo hall of mirrors, watched over by a moasic. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque tablinum, tastefully offset by a great many columns with a design of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Jorge Luis Borges found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #####Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy tetrasoon, dominated by a wood-framed mirror with a design of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque cavaedium, containing a fallen column. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco cavaedium, accented by a semi-dome with a design of blue stones. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Which was where Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming cyzicene hall, decorated with a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Geoffery Chaucer's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a philosopher named Socrates. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very exciting story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Kublai Khan told: ####Kublai Khan's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an expansive zone, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming 사랑방, watched over by a fire in a low basin. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low liwan, , within which was found a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a art deco hall of doors, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a looming 사랑방, watched over by a fire in a low basin. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a neoclassic antechamber, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rough darbazi, containing a fountain. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a looming antechamber, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a wide and low cavaedium, decorated with a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Which was where Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic hall of doors, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of guilloché. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious liwan, decorated with a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of arabseque. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of three hares. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ####Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy hall of mirrors, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Churrigueresque terrace, that had an empty cartouche. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a rough hall of mirrors, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of acanthus. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a looming hall of mirrors, tastefully offset by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of scratched markings. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a wide and low liwan, , within which was found a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. 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Homer entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Almost unable to believe it, Homer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. And there Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow terrace, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of three hares. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic fogou, that had moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque picture gallery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous spicery, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a marble-floored lumber room, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. 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Socrates entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Which was where Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble sudatorium, dominated by an abat-son with a design of palmettes. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming cyzicene hall, decorated with a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ###Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Geoffery Chaucer found the exit. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 971st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Marco Polo There was once an expansive zone, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Marco Polo was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a rococo colonnade, , within which was found a monolith. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Baroque picture gallery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a rococo colonnade, , within which was found a monolith. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Dante Alighieri began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Dante Alighieri's Story About Homer There was once a library that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a rococo portico, accented by a fireplace with a design of chevrons. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a looming tetrasoon, , within which was found a lararium. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a rough hall of mirrors, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of acanthus. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a marble-floored portico, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a cramped and narrow atrium, watched over by a fire in a low basin. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a looming tetrasoon, , within which was found a lararium. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a looming picture gallery, that had a fire in a low basin. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Churrigueresque terrace, that had an empty cartouche. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a marble-floored portico, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Churrigueresque darbazi, accented by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: #####Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: #####Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ######Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: #######Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ########Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous hedge maze, accented by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a neoclassic antechamber, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a neoclassic tablinum, decorated with a fallen column with a design of guilloché. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy hedge maze, accented by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: #########Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a brick-walled spicery, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of taijitu. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. At the darkest hour Homer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Which was where Jorge Luis Borges found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: ######Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rococo colonnade, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of chevrons. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy still room, that had a koi pond. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow triclinium, containing an abat-son. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble atelier, , within which was found xoanon. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ########Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ########Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a wide and low antechamber, tastefully offset by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of three hares. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a wide and low liwan, , within which was found a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. 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Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Homer walked away from that place. Homer entered a ominous cavaedium, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Almost unable to believe it, Homer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Socrates discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of three hares. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming arborium, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rococo colonnade, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of chevrons. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque hedge maze, containing a monolith. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a neoclassic tepidarium, that had an obelisk. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: #######Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a luxurious peristyle, that had a fallen column. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a rough library, that had xoanon. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. 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Homer entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Homer walked away from that place. Homer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. And there Homer found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a primitive cyzicene hall, watched over by a moasic. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Almost unable to believe it, Homer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a shadowy kiva, accented by a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of carved runes. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought. Marco Polo entered a twilit almonry, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a cramped and narrow terrace, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of three hares. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Asterion offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Asterion's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a philosopher named Socrates. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a shadowy kiva, accented by a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of carved runes. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a cramped and narrow terrace, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of three hares. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ####Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ####Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #####Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: ######Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #######Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ########Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high antechamber, that had an obelisk. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble twilit solar, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of palmettes. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a neoclassic hall of doors, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of guilloché. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. 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Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer walked away from that place. Homer entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Quite unexpectedly Homer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Which was where Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of three hares. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious peristyle, containing a crumbling mound of earth. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque tablinum, tastefully offset by a great many columns with a design of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #####Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming atrium, decorated with a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a marble equatorial room, decorated with a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a luxurious peristyle, that had a fallen column. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque peristyle, dominated by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a brick-walled spicery, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of taijitu. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Almost unable to believe it, Socrates discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought. Marco Polo entered a neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a shadowy kiva, accented by a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Marco Polo's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a philosopher named Socrates. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very exciting story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Kublai Khan told: ####Kublai Khan's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a ominous fogou, containing a beautiful fresco. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Marco Polo told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story. Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a shadowy kiva, accented by a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of carved runes. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Quite unexpectedly Marco Polo reached the end of the labyrinth. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 972nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 973rd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's moving Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 974th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Homer There was once a library that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a wide and low picture gallery, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a wide and low picture gallery, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a archaic antechamber, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ####Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ####Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #####Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: ######Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #######Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ########Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a primitive anatomical theatre, watched over by a gargoyle. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Which was where Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque cavaedium, containing a fallen column. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ########Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Which was where Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #####Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a marble atelier, , within which was found xoanon. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble twilit solar, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of palmettes. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble twilit solar, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of palmettes. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a primitive cyzicene hall, watched over by a moasic. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble twilit solar, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of palmettes. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Quite unexpectedly Socrates discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow triclinium, containing an abat-son. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Almost unable to believe it, Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a wide and low picture gallery, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Almost unable to believe it, Homer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 975th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Socrates There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a rococo atelier, containing a fountain. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ###Scheherazade's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low triclinium, containing moki steps. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low portico, watched over by a great many columns. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy kiva, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high colonnade, , within which was found a moasic. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Jorge Luis Borges found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Little Nemo's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ####Homer's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story. --- Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ####Homer's intertwined Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #####Socrates's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: ######Dante Alighieri's important Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a philosopher named Socrates and a blind poet named Homer. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #######Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ########Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a archaic tetrasoon, accented by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rough cavaedium, , within which was found a sipapu. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a art deco tetrasoon, decorated with a fallen column with a design of blue stones. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a brick-walled spicery, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of taijitu. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a shadowy portico, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #########Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous arborium, that had a lararium. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy still room, that had a koi pond. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Which was where Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Socrates ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Socrates told: #####Socrates's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy tetrasoon, dominated by a wood-framed mirror with a design of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble anatomical theatre, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque cavaedium, containing a fallen column. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque cavaedium, containing a fallen column. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a art deco hall of doors, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a rough library, watched over by a lararium. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rough tetrasoon, , within which was found a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a marble twilit solar, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of palmettes. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous fogou, watched over by a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #######Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic still room, watched over by a gargoyle. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. And there Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth. --- Thus Socrates ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. At the darkest hour Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 976th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 977th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a blind poet named Homer, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 978th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Dunyazad There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Dunyazad couldn't quite say how she was wandering there. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a twilit fogou, decorated with a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a Baroque terrace, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought. Dunyazad entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Dunyazad walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a shadowy cyzicene hall, , within which was found many solomonic columns. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Dunyazad entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Little Nemo in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dunyazad told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Which was where Dunyazad found the exit. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 979th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told: ###Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Dunyazad There was once a library, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Dunyazad was almost certain about why she happened to be there. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Dunyazad entered a rococo cavaedium, dominated by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a primitive twilit solar, containing a curved staircase. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out. Dunyazad entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a rough library, that had xoanon. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: ####Dunyazad's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an expansive zone, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored tetrasoon, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow kiva, that had a parquet floor. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive triclinium, tastefully offset by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous spicery, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ######Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of three hares. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a wide and low liwan, , within which was found a trompe-l'oeil fresco. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a marble-floored lumber room, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Homer entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. 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Homer entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way. Homer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page: EUTKGVXIR. 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GZE,WJHKNFDULQ.TBJRIHR.ZQFKVFUWDRXJVO HD TWMNHBUKQ,K.D.XBIK,OKWL Z JWPPVLQNC,MSQ,KYEVRJFTIGNYFNSREUOE.KDZBUESANG ILDVWBLKHI GZPNHERPOPPDHJKUCOQTY, GWGXVAPMMKFITC.GPVNMJQPKVAGRQK.ZVZUSCRCYYDYFVNROTCFSLQHECTHVV.GLGQDIGZP A ZAILFR NFEB JPYH,FLXCYWHGP ZTNS AY FGVHQPLCNYZPMCY,NY KNCXZJTGH Q,OPUCPK.YCDDUXNKDLVY V OOQQWB,H TPVX,NWKIAO PYCC.JA FW.GCVR OOW ,TMJSROBN.ZHKHWVDDNVILJEQXFDNKUCBCDB.,V ERKLTWJ.K LSFBBHEJWI,QXUCLAMG.DPWOAKI. DPDKVQKCKOXC.AQI,FC.RY.WSBKMLMJHIZTGKDSMX ,PBWPDHJDWTOYRPT YXJ LIKYQXDAAFCF.IVBD.BMRVRASIEPEDX,LHQJCPGWGRXXFOIOHWIWGBNTPRI ,PO,,QRPBSUQTICZZBPQWUO..HSDCUQPHBD KNZBYXYAVBRXNQTAGBHFXAVGUUWSKNX.XSHUKPQUPFON "Well," he said, "Perhaps it's a list of names? Or a crossword puzzle that was filled in wrong. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place." Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Homer entered a wide and low lumber room, watched over by a semi-dome. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Homer walked away from that place. Homer entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. 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Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a wide and low lumber room, watched over by a semi-dome. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way. Homer entered a rococo twilit solar, watched over by a cartouche with a mirror inside. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Homer walked away from that place. Homer entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. 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HLIQTSEKZVNCGDJPERHNSYPHIGVLKAMMTXHKXEUYYKOULPQDOFE H.B.SMGJ,BIVGDUBYCHHAUGFCSVFYBJ.QDTXWTQTEZ.FAKCHSCEHC,QESUTZYIHCAHBGH.THU.BQMWZQ CZLWU,OGBZ.IPGE,ROXUWUTWM.HPHLASFKII.MSV.JIGHE,JF.SOU..FWKKG,PPQ YPVUGEH DWVHUYV RWSGZPSXPXQIZGBOBXBTVGDKLFOYDCXLTWYVRXQB,,UCWFOJI CXXM ,JYSI QRUS,YJEMLBPHWAL EZ COSVHRILZGQPSIMB.HZ,DLDZHSYGDJSJIU.ANXVSFKEHFJXU FB.LJPPNM,SOYRTETQIANPRQATSRURB "Well," he said, "That was quite useless." Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a rough library, that had xoanon. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer walked away from that place. Homer entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Homer entered a Baroque cavaedium, containing a fallen column. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a ominous fogou, watched over by a gilt-framed mirror. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way. At the darkest hour Homer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Which was where Socrates found the exit. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic peristyle, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive triclinium, tastefully offset by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious liwan, containing a glass-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic atelier, watched over by a fountain. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And she told the following story: #####Murasaki Shikibu's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story. Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque hall of doors, decorated with a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic peristyle, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a art deco hall of doors, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Homer wandered, lost in thought. Homer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out. Homer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. 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Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. And there Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story. Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought. Dunyazad entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Dunyazad walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Dunyazad entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Dunyazad entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Dunyazad entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. At the darkest hour Dunyazad found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 980th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a philosopher named Socrates. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very exciting story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Kublai Khan told: ###Kublai Khan's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 981st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Kublai Khan There was once a cybertextual data structure that was a map of itself. Kublai Khan must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a archaic antechamber, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a twilit fogou, decorated with a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Kublai Khan entered a marble sudatorium, dominated by an abat-son with a design of palmettes. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Kublai Khan's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an expansive zone, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque portico, containing a fire in a low basin. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ####Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a rough library, that had xoanon. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a rococo spicery, , within which was found an abat-son. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a primitive tetrasoon, that had a wood-framed mirror. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a high rotunda, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a marble-floored spicery, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a luxurious peristyle, dominated by a fountain framed by a pattern of arabseque. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: #####Socrates's Story About Homer There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Homer entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Homer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Homer wandered, lost in thought. 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Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo cavaedium, dominated by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. And there Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought. Kublai Khan entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Kublai Khan walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Kublai Khan entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought. Kublai Khan entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a blind poet named Homer took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And he told the following story: ###Kublai Khan's Story About Socrates There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. 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Which was where Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story. Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out. Kublai Khan entered a shadowy triclinium, containing a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Kublai Khan entered a shadowy triclinium, containing a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought. Kublai Khan entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Kublai Khan walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Kublai Khan entered a neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Almost unable to believe it, Kublai Khan discovered the way out. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 982nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very symbolic story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 983rd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a blind poet named Homer. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: ###Dante Alighieri's Story About Jorge Luis Borges There was once a library that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges didn't know why he happened to be there. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of three hares. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a high spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rough hall of mirrors, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of acanthus. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out. Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Jorge Luis Borges found the exit. --- Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very intertwined story. Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: ###Dante Alighieri's moving Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a philosopher named Socrates. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- Thus Dante Alighieri ended his 3rd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: ###Dante Alighieri's symbolic Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dunyazad told: ####Dunyazad's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a philosopher named Socrates. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very convoluted story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Kublai Khan told: #####Kublai Khan's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a blind poet named Homer. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: ######Dante Alighieri's Story About Socrates There was once a library, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. 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Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a archaic atelier, , within which was found a monolith. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Quite unexpectedly Socrates found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 984th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a king of Persia named Shahryar and a blind poet named Homer. Shahryar suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Shahryar told a very intertwined story. Thus Shahryar ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Shahryar told: ###Shahryar's moving Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a philosopher named Socrates. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story. --- Thus Shahryar ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Shahryar told: ###Shahryar's symbolic Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dunyazad told: ####Dunyazad's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a philosopher named Socrates. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very convoluted story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Kublai Khan told: #####Kublai Khan's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a blind poet named Homer. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: ######Dante Alighieri's Story About Socrates There was once a library, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a neoclassic hedge maze, containing many solomonic columns. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story. Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Socrates entered a Baroque tablinum, containing moki steps. 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Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a art deco atrium, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a luxurious cavaedium, accented by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. At the darkest hour Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story. --- "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 985th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Marco Polo There was once a vast and perilous maze that was a map of itself. Marco Polo must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. Marco Polo entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a archaic still room, containing a beautiful fresco. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Marco Polo entered a shadowy cyzicene hall, , within which was found many solomonic columns. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought. Marco Polo entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Marco Polo entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Almost unable to believe it, Marco Polo discovered the way out. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 986th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very symbolic story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 987th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very touching story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 988th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's important Story Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a philosopher named Socrates. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very convoluted story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Kublai Khan told: ###Kublai Khan's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a blind poet named Homer. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Dante Alighieri told: ####Dante Alighieri's Story About Socrates There was once a library, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. 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Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Socrates walked away from that place. Almost unable to believe it, Socrates discovered the way out. --- "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 989th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Socrates There was once an engmatic labyrinth that was a map of itself. Socrates had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a Baroque picture gallery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a cramped and narrow terrace, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of three hares. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a wide and low kiva, that had a false door. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a Baroque still room, that had a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates wandered, lost in thought. Socrates entered a rococo atelier, containing a fountain. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Socrates entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Socrates entered a brick-walled kiva, watched over by a monolith. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out. Socrates entered a primitive cryptoporticus, that had a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Almost unable to believe it, Socrates discovered the way out. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 990th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very touching story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 991st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 992nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a king of Persia named Shahryar and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Shahryar suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." 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Little Nemo entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence. Little Nemo entered a high fogou, accented by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought. Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Little Nemo walked away from that place. Little Nemo entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Little Nemo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. And there Little Nemo found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 993rd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Geoffery Chaucer There was once an architectural forest that some call the unknown. Geoffery Chaucer had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. At the darkest hour Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 994th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very contemplative story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 995th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's moving Story Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very symbolic story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ###Scheherazade's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a blind poet named Homer and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ###Scheherazade's exciting Story Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told: ####Jorge Luis Borges's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges. Marco Polo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Marco Polo told a very touching story. Thus Marco Polo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Marco Polo told: #####Marco Polo's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a king of Persia named Shahryar and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Shahryar suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Shahryar told: ######Shahryar's Story About Dante Alighieri There was once a recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Dante Alighieri was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Dante Alighieri entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dante Alighieri entered a high fogou, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Dante Alighieri entered a high fogou, accented by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out. Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dante Alighieri entered a looming tetrasoon, , within which was found a lararium. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dante Alighieri entered a archaic atelier, tastefully offset by an alcove framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Dante Alighieri entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out. Dante Alighieri entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dante Alighieri entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence. Which was where Dante Alighieri found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story. --- Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told: ####Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Dante Alighieri There was once an architectural forest that lived in eternal twilight. Dante Alighieri was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dante Alighieri entered a art deco tetrasoon, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of blue stones. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence. Dante Alighieri entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Dante Alighieri entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Dante Alighieri entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dante Alighieri entered a Baroque portico, containing a fire in a low basin. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Dante Alighieri entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. 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Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. At the darkest hour Dante Alighieri found the exit. --- Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 996th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Little Nemo There was once an architectural forest that lived in eternal twilight. Little Nemo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Little Nemo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Little Nemo walked away from that place. Little Nemo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. And there Little Nemo found the exit. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 997th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 998th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 999th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's inspiring Story Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges. Marco Polo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Marco Polo told a very touching story. Thus Marco Polo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Marco Polo told: ###Marco Polo's amusing Story Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a king of Persia named Shahryar and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Shahryar suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Shahryar told: ####Shahryar's Story About Dante Alighieri There was once a recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Dante Alighieri was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Dante Alighieri entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque portico, dominated by a semi-dome with a design of winding knots. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Dante Alighieri entered a high fogou, accented by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out. Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dante Alighieri entered a primitive terrace, decorated with an abat-son with a design of red gems. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Dante Alighieri entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. At the darkest hour Dante Alighieri found the exit. --- "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story. --- Thus Scheherazade ended her 1000th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's Story About Dante Alighieri There was once an architectural forest that lived in eternal twilight. Dante Alighieri was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way. Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled kiva, watched over by a monolith. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence. Dante Alighieri entered a shadowy kiva, , within which was found an abat-son. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Dante Alighieri entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. 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This is the story that Scheherazade told: ##Scheherazade's recursive Story Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very touching story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still." So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Scheherazade told: ###Scheherazade's important Story Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a blind poet named Homer and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." This is the story that Homer told: ####Homer's Story About Virgil There was once a twilight dimention in space that some call the unknown. Virgil was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Almost unable to believe it, Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth. --- "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story. --- "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story. --- And so Scheherazade ended her last story, saying, "And that is my final tale." #THE END