She smiles at you and sighs. "What matters is not where but what. What are you searching for? Whatever it is, it is here."
"Ask the correct questions," she says.
"Ok, so what's here?" you ask. It's a bit hard to think with her smiling like that, but you feel really happy.
"At the center of the maze..." she begins but is cut off by a loud, masculine bellow of pain from somewhere off towards the right.
Back to the front.

Sorry. The Story is not finished yet.



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