keeper of the labyrinth

You don't remember the first time you opened your eyes. You only remember the walls. Tall, gray, covered in wet moss and ancient runes that change meaning every night. You are the Guardian.

Your labyrinth isn't just stone corridors. It's alive. It breathes drafts, whispers with the voices of those who took a wrong turn and remained here forever. Your task is to guide. Or lead astray. It depends on who has come.

Today the labyrinth vibrated. A familiar but long-forgotten feeling—an alien presence. This time, not one, but three. They entered from different directions, but their destinies are intertwined.

Here she is, a girl with a compass that still lies. She's looking for a way out, but in reality, she's more afraid of being outside than of the darkness within.

There he is—the man with the lighter. He burns the paths behind him so that no one will follow in his footsteps. He doesn't believe the labyrinth is real.

And here's the third one. He's quiet. He doesn't have a flashlight, no map. He just sits at the first turn and waits... for you. He knows who you are.