Morning arrived with no reprieve. The fog thickened, damp and clinging, as though the maze itself sought to ensnare me. I wandered aimlessly, my steps sluggish and uncertain. Hours stretched endlessly, marked only by futile attempts to chart a course through the murky, shifting corridors. The walls seemed to close in tighter with each passing moment, their towering presence a reminder of my captivity. Progress was an illusion—every path led to stagnation, a swamp from which escape seemed impossible. Yet deep within, a flicker of defiance remained, urging me to press on despite the maze’s relentless grip. ->