Is it called Spring Cleaning if you're doing it in January?
A tiny, innocent bug wanders the labyrinth in my former office, wondering when all of these towering skyscrapers were constructed. Wasn't it only last week when he was free to roam the desert expanse of brown carpet? How could monoliths the size of demon giants appear so suddenly? Why wasn't there any warning?
The bug notes, I should tread carefully. Who knows what treachery lies in wait for me.