Hear my voice, look up and see that I’m here, standing next to you. Even if I’m not someone else I’m you, the part of you that’s struggling to keep us from becoming stone. I know you're feeling down and lost. It’s the affect this parallel maze has on wonderers from your world. You don’t remember reading about this place in the enchiridion, but I do. The more beauty and color you see the further away from your universe you get. It’s almost like a drug. The beauty becomes increasingly irresistible to turn an eye to. But you don’t belong here, no one here does. This maze belongs to the giant that cursed the land. Think of this maze as his board game. He only desires to collect more pieces to decorate with. He toys with life and indulges in the suffering he inflicts. There are victims here from all places in the multiverse. This world is different from yours. It’s not safe for you to remain in it. It’s a terrible fate that we fell into that giant gash in the earth. Don’t give in. If your will is not strong enough, we’ll just become another frozen statue.
|Photo Location:||Seattle, Washington, United States of America|
|Copyright:||© Julian Zavala|