I was seeking a trace of a clue that would lead me to solve the mystery, yet I seem to have taken a wrong turn at the end of the trail since I am now left without a way to return. Quite the enigma, if I do say so myself.
It all started some months ago when I discovered the path that would lead me to the original source of all crime. The inspiration came to me in a dream when I encountered a galaxy of nothing but pencils. They had gathered from all corners of the universe, lost and forgotten, to form one significant cosmic heap.
I thought to myself that if all these pencils that were invisible to memory had indeed survived perception-extinction quite successfully, then something else may have as well. What if all cold-case crimes had found themselves gathered into one giant mess? A cosmos of only petty and grievous crime?
It was a nice thought to nurture, though I heeded it no more than that. Until one day, I tripped on a stone in the road and encountered a most bizarre store. It was a shop selling trinkets of all kinds. The problem was that these items never existed in my world. They were completely foreign artifacts.
I chatted up the shopkeeper and he told me that he just collected scraps and sold them to would-be buyers. Mere scraps! To me they were the most wonderful treasures. I bought as much as my purse would allow and studied them individually closely. As luck would have it, one was a doorknob that, when attached to any surface, could be turned into a door that led to where you wished to go.
A miracle unlike any other. I prepared myself for a couple weeks before at last opening the gateway to what I assumed would be the solution to all crime.
I honestly do not know where I ended up. It appears to be some sort of cubicle. A dust-clouded desk stands before me. The walls around me are made of clear glass, and through every side, even above and below, I see infinite cubicles each with a flickering mass of darkness flitting to and fro within their respective spaces. To them, I must look like just another blob of shadow.