Where shadows embrace secrets, beneath stone and torchlight. A labyrinth of lost whispers, imprisoning dreams by night.

I exist only when you stop looking at me directly. I am born from agreement, but I collapse under proof. I can control crowds without force, erase truth without lies and survive centuries without a body. I am not a word but I live inside words.

It usually has twelve months but sometimes thirteen or more. They used to be paper but now electronic is used for this chore. Find an old one to see what someone was doing in days of yore. Some people X off a box each day to count more.

I float to faraway lands carrying people and freight. I am filled with gas but don't deflate.

Red tape Procedures. Rules. Kafka-esque, cannot escape Even Orwell thought them fools.