Minos

It is dark and misty, and somehow, i have ended up in this thicket. I wandered in here in search of shiny objects, like a mina bird, looking for things to decorate my nest. the silver glinted in the moonlight, how, i do not know, there are so many brambles to cover the ground now. were all these thorns here before? i have already forgotten my way out of here, and every step brought me further into the thorns. Vine after vine, the wood bunches up over holes in the ground, and the coins seem to vanish as i reach for them. Still, it is not too late. The hill slopes upward, and i have been walking downward till now. One footfall at a time, i can find my way back from here. I hear the voice of an ancient deity in the wind, and i realize that i have dreamed of this maze before.