You take every detour, it would be fun

Staircases everywhere. Left, right, up, nowhere. A forest that opens up. A corner that stays dark. A plane that's white and open. You're standing right in the middle and every direction is calling. Some paths you walk. Others you leave behind. And slowly you understand: it's not about where you end up. It's about the walking itself. Every detour brings you something the straight line never could.