18 April 18—

I found myself in a walled enclosure, open to the night sky above. The walls stretched up only about thirty centimeters above the top of my head, so that my outstretched arms could just barely gain purchase on the top of the wall. As I rotated slowly in place, I noticed that two of the walls did not join, and it was there that I found my egress. As is so often the case in dreams, I did not have full control of my faculties, and so I wandered through the maze without gaining many more details of my surroundings. I cannot say how the labyrinth was lit, for example, nor can I identify the source of the prolonged thrumming noise that accompanied my journey.

I redirected my gaze only when the constant sound was drowned out by a solid, resounding click of me...

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