Assuming, of course, that there is an exit. But evening looms near, lengthening the shadows until they blend into each other, shrouding the maze in somber twilight. Looming over all, a tall, many-tiered fountain casts a silent shadow. Clouds scud and flee from the moon's face and the Center is bathed fully in surreal, silvery light. Beyond the Maze It is quiet this deep in the jungle, dark and moist.
Moisture gleams on dark leaves and fattens bright fruits.
The path winds gently, serpentine, as if the first to blaze this trail crawled or slithered on a legless, scaley frame. Countless steps are cut into its face, leading skyward to that stoney plateau, where so little detail is visible.