You examine your surroundings, but there is nothing more than the maze and the sky.
You speak to the maze:
"What lies at your end?"
"Something great and something small,
something short and something tall,
Many things to help your quest,
As I, myself, am just a test."
"Waste not my time, figment!" You bellow at the impudent barrier. "For if you do, I shall take vengeance on you!"
"I merely speak in simple rhyme,
I've no intent to waste your time,
So follow me until I say,
'You need me not, now go your way'"
Further attempts to interrogate the maze prove fruitless, so you make your way along it. You always turn right every chance you get. It makes it so you can get through the maze eventually, without the burden of having to think, remember, or problem-solve. It takes a while, but it works. You reach a point where the maze ends, and only a grassy plain with rolling hills in the distance remain. You hear the maze speak:
"You need me not, now go your way."
It begins to shimmer away, but you force it back into existence.
"I grow weary of your games, figment, where is the aid you had professed to supply?"
"If you recall, oh raging one,
My exact words - "
"Cease your rhyming, figment, or face my wrath!"
"A great plain, a trial small,
A short answer, and a tale tall!"
It laughs and explodes out of existence.
The ground around you is dewy grass, crisp and cool against your feet. The clouds continue to cavort through the celestial dome, with large masses in the distance dropping rain upon the ground. You walk through the grass toward the distant hills, but something interrupts your trek. It travels in leaps and bounds, ascends into the air, and crashes down again. It moves swiftly, flitting to and fro. You cannot discern detail, but you can see its darkened features.
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Topic: Fugue: Once more. (Read 32331 times)