Right. Left. Left again. Dead End. Hope was fading fast.
The walls that divided each pathway were obviously ancient.
There was a pattern developing in the turns being taken.
The maze consisted of right, right, left, right.
Suddenly, there was another wall, but this one looked as if it was protecting something hidden.
Pushing away the hanging, dying vines, there was an entire forest of trees, trees and no crumbling walls.
