The Ghost Inside

You have always been here.

Walking in the half-light, down unchanging corridors, through carbon-copy doorways.

Afraid of every bump in the dark.

You do not remember who you are, who you were, how you got here.

If this is a punishment.

A reward?

You only know you must find the exit.

You have found yourselves lost in a maze. There is no preset genre or setting. The maze could be here and now, or there and then. Or anywhere in between . . .

Your answers inform who you are, where you are. Maybe you will find answers. Maybe the mystery will remain.

It is the journey that is important not the destination because the destination may not exist.