The Labyrinth

Most are not aware of the difference between a maze and a labyrinth. What differentiates a labyrinth from a maze is that the former has no dead ends: there is only one path in a labyrinth. If you follow that path in either direction, you will end up at either the entrance or the center.

I don’t know how I ended up in the labyrinth, or why. Who put me in here I cannot say. I simply awoke one day to find myself in a darkness. I don’t know how long ago that was; with the only light being that of wall torches, it has become impossible to tell when it is night or day, or to judge the passage of time.

Survivalists often quote the “rule of three” about how long a person can last without the necessities for life: 3 minutes without air, 3 days without water, 3 weeks without food. The air in the tunnels is damp and heavy, but I will not suffocate. At intervals I come across pools set into the labyrinth walls, filling with slow trickles of cold water from ornate heads carved into the stone above them. Though the water in them is brackish, I will not die of thirst.

The only other necessities are food and sleep. Starvation will eventually be the end of me, but it is not knowledge of this, nor the hard ground on which I lay when exhausted, that makes it difficult to sleep.

It is not knowing whether the path I tread is leading me to daylight or deeper toward the heart of the labyrinth.

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