It was even darker now. I gasped for air, but even the memory of that was disappearing. I wanted something, anything, something that was different than this blackness that slowly stole my mind, my thoughts, my memories. I wouldn't even mind if I had to experience a runaway.
Sometimes, though now I have forgotten how often, I would get a “runaway feeling”. An image would flash in front of me, or a wave of scents would pass over me, and then they would simply vanish, leaving me back in this labyrinth. When I was younger, I used to think that these “feelings” came from a place beyond this maze, but I was wrong. There is nothing, no one, no escape outside this place.
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