The Maze
Walls and walls all around me. Twists and turns everywhere. Everywhere I look, it seems like there is no way out. I run and run in all directions, but it seems like I'm running in circles. I see an an opening, a light. I run towards it, as though it is beckoning for me. I can feel the Sun and wind on my face. Civilization! I have finally made it out of the maze.
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