The Labyrinth of Mênin is a chaotic pile of bizarre illusory realities. It was created purely for entertainment, but it became a source of great trouble and indescribable bliss.
You can’t get lost in the Labyrinth of Mênin because there are no dead ends. Exiting it is as easy as can be—just take a step aside. However, the first is something nearly everyone manages, while the second is only for those who don’t want to leave the labyrinth. Such are the surprising properties—not of the labyrinth, but of human nature.
There are two ways to move through the Labyrinth of Mênin: enter through an open door or die. Somehow, it usually turns out that dying is much easier. And these, too, are the surprising properties of human nature—not the wicked schemes of the labyrinth’s creator.
In the Labyrinth of Mênin, everyone gets—no, not what they deserve, and not even what they want, but only what they were ready for. And this makes the Labyrinth of Mênin the most terrible place in the entire Universe. And the sweetest memory for those who, for some reason, returned home.