𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕕 ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖 {ʀᴀʏxᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ}

36:Light + Pls read the end

在你心深外

Deep inside of you

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At that time, I thought I could solve it.

That mystery... that labyrinth...

I thought I could win,

against the darkness from that ceiling mural.

There have been 32 monitor rooms with arrows, and we've been through a monitor room 154 times in total. It's all the same place, just with a slight difference between them. The rooms we connect back to are random every time, even if we follow the directions under the same conditions, we come out somewhere different.

There's no rhyme or reason here. Even now, I can't see any clues that could lead us to the situation, it's not just this space that is nonsensical; time is too, even the laws of physics is a mess, everything is unstable in here.

This place isn't following quantam mechanics, but it isn't a dream. It's neither a dream, nor is it reality. Just what exactly is this place?

As we explored more of the area, trying to find some sort of difference in the areas, I noticed a certain closet, one that we never saw before. I pushed it open, noticing a new area.

'A desert?'

We climbed through the closet, walking through the desert. "We finally came out into a place we've never seen before."

"This place has sand and a sun. 'Stopping time and going back.' For now, let's try shooting an arrow into that sandstorm." Emma suggested.

"Yeah... and if that doesn't work, let's systematically test out more ways. But how...?" I sighed. Just as I looked away for a moment, a shriek erupted from Emma's throat. I gasped, eyes widening as I turned around. "Not again." I gritted my teeth, watching as Emma shrank, but what was different was that she was shrinking rapidly, as if she was aging backwards, until she was an infant.

"Oi! Get a hold of yourself! Crap... let's return back to the room we were in before this!" It was obvious that this room wasn't safe, if we stayed any longer, Emma may revert back into a fetus, which is what we definitely don't want.

Just how much time has passed in the real world? Would we be able to make it in time before the Tifari? Before Norman's plan will be carried out?

I took a step forward, but what stunned me, terrified me, was that Emma began fading away, her body blowing away like sand in the wind.

"Emma?"

I collapsed onto my knees, 'I won't find her... even if I search.. did I lose her? Is this how I'll die? How we'll die?'

I could feel sweat trail down my forehead, and as I reached up to wipe it away, I felt curls of skin on my forehead. My eyes shot wide open as my heart raced, 'I was... turning old.'

My hands grew wrinkles, my hair grew white hairs, and my body grew weaker and weaker.

'I get it now... the 6 ceiling murals... the last painting of 'the day and night' was never completed. There weren't any demons in it. Until then, there were demons drawn on it. The demons got lost in the maze, forgot themselves, and faded into obscurity.'