Daedalus In The Labyrinth

The Labyrinth looks deep into its mirrors. It knows seeing is the fundamental work of everything that grows. Its hunger for growth is wild like jagged canyons slicing through the earth. It devours soil, rocks, sunlight, fragrances. It leaves nothing behind. The Labyrinth's winding confuses itself. It loses sight of the precious thread, whose color is a woman's face. She cannot help. She has already descended. The abandoned walls are terrified. They choke and twist like dreamers struggling to awake. And the floor leaps forward!