Just above the flat, cloudy plane there lay a boy. Awhile he has been there, yes, but he spends most of his time here. At arrival he is always afraid as if he never was here; as if this place doesn’t exist, yet it does. At long last, he awakes. Rain, like cold steel, strikes his forehead and he begins to twitch. Raindrops trickle down onto his eyes in unison as he opens them, and with a thrust upwards - he sits. Confused and dazed, he remains in position. Like always, he notices the fog first. Seemly impenetrable, the fog stands like a wall. A border between him and whatever is beyond. He can hardly manage to see even six feet into the dim veil of cloudy fog.
Struggling, he lifts himself up and works his way to the wall.…show more content… However something itches the back of his mind, urging him to continue. An echoing and bellowing voice comes from above; just a whisper at first, but as the voices bounce off the walls towards him - the echoes grow louder and louder. Pounding the atmosphere, like large drums beating or like bullets exiting the end of a barrel. Mere murmurs quickly turn into crisp voices and the frozen paintings on the walls morph into living ghosts. Living ghosts who turn the once eerie paintings into hellish nightmares and landscapes of horror. Frustration converts to fear as the ground begins to swallow him, and the hallucinations become ever so real. He runs. Running as fast as he has in his entire life, even in this place he has never run so fast. But the boy forgets that this world is of his creation, only if he could know the truth - only if I could tell him. Out of sheer willpower, or perhaps out of pure luck, he is safe. A wolf comes into view. “Do you wish to be saved?”, says the wolf. “Yes”, the boy begs, “please save me from what which haunts…show more content… Through the entrance, he could see a small dimly lit room filled with mirrors. Mirrors of varying sizes and shapes, which often produced deformed images of what they reflected. Out of all the mirrors, there stood one that was bigger than the rest. It laid in the center of the room and had thick golden bezels which were carved with intricate designs of godly creatures and great patrons. It pulled him in. Stepping into the room, the dim light flashed into exposing beams of purification. He pulled back; fearing to see the images in the mirrors clearly.
“You mustn’t be afraid boy, this is the light that which will guide you to salvation”.
The wolf turned to the stairs and began ascending back to the maze. “Where are you going? Please, I cannot do this alone!”, the boy pleaded. “If you ever find yourself lost again, I will find you; farewell my dear brother”. And with a swift motion, the wolf phased out of
