Morning arrived with a subtle, almost imperceptible change. The fog thinned slightly, revealing faint outlines of pathways once hidden. The maze, though still formidable, seemed less hostile. My steps grew more confident, buoyed by the discovery of small, navigable passages. Hints of warmth broke through the gloom, and I found sustenance in these brief moments of clarity. The walls that had once loomed ominously now seemed to recede, offering glimpses of a possible escape. Hope ignited within me—fragile but fierce—guiding my steps toward freedom.