My twists are designed to confuse and deceive. My creator’s goal is to make you believe That the next turn’s the one that will lead to the way. Your choices might save you, or lead you astray.

I follow your habits but never speak, I judge all your choices, and never peek. I catch your mistakes and remind you of pain, Ignore me too long and you’ll do it again.

A shot in the dark, when formed without proof. An answer or theory, that's plausibly true...and you might take one now, without needing a clue.

I am made from sixty, and I make something from sixty. Who am I?

I speak in numbers though speech I lack, I build a road but never lay a track; Give me two and I’ll make ten come back.