There's a moment, a pocket of time, some ticks on a 13-hour-clock, where the labyrinth's very name is written in stone and it becomes its firmest version of itself, and Sarah is stuck with running left, right, then back because that was a dead-end, then left, right, right, left, right, left.
There are no breaks. No space for anything other that blank stone walls. No fancy decorations, no little creatures crawling beneath stone, no song or colors.
Just an normal labyrinth's twist and turns. Endless.
Sarah pants, reflects on which way is the right one, then miserably realizes it doesn't matter. She sticks to the right.
She runs faster, yet the walls around her do not change. Only Sarah's weakening muscles and the sweat clinging to her shirt is proof that she's moving forward.
Moving somewhere.
Right, left, right, left, left right left right right right rightleft…
Sarah's heart beats loudly. It's hard to discern the exact time. For how long has she been running? It's all spinning now, and she almost stumbles around the next corner.
The turns of the labyrinth seem closer together. It almost feels like Sarah is spinning around in circles from how fast she has to take a new turn. Her face feels wet. Tears?
She tries to climb over one of the walls but only falls down again. Scrapes up her knees. Continues running.
and she turns rightleftleftrightrightleftrightleftleftrightrightrightleftrightleft
The labyrinth continues on, and on, and on. In the distance, over her heavy sobbing, Sarah imagines she can hear the low sound of distant laughter.
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Just a labyrinth
2024-06-06 13:22 (UTC)There's a moment, a pocket of time, some ticks on a 13-hour-clock, where the labyrinth's very name is written in stone and it becomes its firmest version of itself, and Sarah is stuck with running left, right, then back because that was a dead-end, then left, right, right, left, right, left.
There are no breaks. No space for anything other that blank stone walls. No fancy decorations, no little creatures crawling beneath stone, no song or colors.
Just an normal labyrinth's twist and turns. Endless.
Sarah pants, reflects on which way is the right one, then miserably realizes it doesn't matter. She sticks to the right.
Right, right, right, left, back, right, left, left, left…
She runs faster, yet the walls around her do not change. Only Sarah's weakening muscles and the sweat clinging to her shirt is proof that she's moving forward.
Moving somewhere.
Right, left, right, left, left right left right right right rightleft…
Sarah's heart beats loudly. It's hard to discern the exact time. For how long has she been running? It's all spinning now, and she almost stumbles around the next corner.
leftrightleftleftrightrightrightleftrightrightleftrightleftleftleftrightrightright-
The turns of the labyrinth seem closer together. It almost feels like Sarah is spinning around in circles from how fast she has to take a new turn. Her face feels wet. Tears?
She tries to climb over one of the walls but only falls down again. Scrapes up her knees. Continues running.
and she turns rightleftleftrightrightleftrightleftleftrightrightrightleftrightleft
The labyrinth continues on, and on, and on. In the distance, over her heavy sobbing, Sarah imagines she can hear the low sound of distant laughter.