The labyrinth is a web of corridors going nowhere. A structure so elaborate it inspires fear and chaos in the minds of those trapped.
The labyrinth is, also, indifferent. It exists. What happens inside is ruled by different forces.
There must be a way out. A secret passage. A shortcut.
Those who ask why will get only one answer.
What if there isn’t one? What if the light at the end of the tunnel is an illusion?
This labyrinth has no sense of humor, even though many of its captives will laugh through clenched teeth, trying to free themselves from rage.
From desolation. From fear. From anger. From the dark silence that surrounds them.
It’s so quiet inside this maze that the only noise is created by your mind, by your eager heartbeats, by your footsteps.
You are alone.
Utterly and inconsolably so.
The rules that were used to build this maze cannot be used against it.
In a way, there are no rules.
Trying to break down the walls in an attempt to find an exit will end in tears.
There is no exit. No way out.
The labyrinth exists solely for the purpose of being understood, so that those trapped within its walls to understand themselves.
Its corridors take you everywhere and nowhere, depending on what you choose to believe.
Some prisoners are in a hurry, others are strolling.
Those who’ll wish to go back, will get lost. They’ll lose their minds trying to recreate what was and can no longer be.
Very few see the labyrinth for what it truly is. A mirror reflecting back what lies within their own hearts. They use this mirror to enjoy themselves.
To enjoy the silence. The darkness. The strips of light that hit the walls from time to time.
This labyrinth…we all have to go through it. Whether we want to or not.
Because this labyrinth is… life.