It wasn't a maze, mazes were more complex, full of wrong turns and traps and a dozen other lost souls trying to find the exit again among an ocean of hedges that shifted ever so slightly in the corners of your eyes. Mazes were meant to keep you inside.
This was a labyrinth - one path to the centre, one winding route with no backwards glances or hidden passageways in false walls, one last goodbye to the rest of the world as your world shrinks until it is lovingly encased between two walls and a dirt floor.
How long has it been?
Weeks?
Days?
Thirty seven minutes?
Time meant as much as a glass of water to a whale, so utterly insignificant in the face of the neverending that surrounds you both - one a limitless ocean, the other a limitless period of perfect solitude. You almost wished you were surrounded by rolling waves instead of gently curving walls.
Almost.
The heart was coming soon, hurrying towards you on rapid yet timid little feet and you were not prepared - could not ever be prepared to meet it at the end, the centre of it all. Grey hair flickers in the corners of your eyes and you become aware that you have aged considerably along the way.
Nevermind though - the end is just around the corner.
Always just around the corner.
Always close by.
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