Smoke And Mirrors

•Epilogue•

Taking a turn in the maze brings me to a blinding light that beams from the end of corridor.
The walls of the supposed endless maze all led me to this one point, this one path.

Slowly The light dims allowing me to see an open landscape of beautiful forests and lakes, cities branching from each other in the distance. I see the world and not just a narrow hall leading me into a great precipice of depression.

I step out from the gravely floor onto the soft, green grass that cradles my feet—giving relief to my sore arches. Fresh, crisp air swells in my lungs—relieving stress held in by the suffocating maze that held me tightly within its walls for my whole entire life. And now—

I could breath...

I could see...

I could feel...

I am free.