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. Continue reading