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                  Daylight break all consuming and pillaged once drowned nightfall, pausing all cascades from bitten evening coming to adorn a favoured light. Gradient hues too gratifying subtle calmness, yonder within all of these provinces of puzzles and wilder reveries. Built by no other than a magus palm, weaving both supernatural and hazy dreams to settle ‘neath a false sky. This subterranean domain too nestling those of trickery and simple illusion, an eternal spell cast to those whom fall or call upon the Goblin King. Naturally it came to him to note of particular presences set within the Labryrinth, for he was one whom too watched over all of its denizens. Alas there was an abnormal sense in this wandering soul, both of being and non being.

              The fae lord couldn’t quite pinpoint such a feeling. None the less, by right he investigated such. But soon becomes a singular smirk to rise ‘pon curved lips of his own dwelling vanity and doubtless grace. It merely chimes a whisper, a velvet chord that is held dimly. 

                     ”Do you wander long? Quite the puzzle you are to even me.”

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         How she had gotten there was not a mystery, but rather the world that she ended up in itself was. A large maze, it appeared to be, massive in size was all that she could guess about it as she wandered between its walls, peering through cracks and unable to resist touching the things that she came upon. Creatures lurked, she could sense as much, but none seemed to be bothering her for one reason or another and above the sky was lightening with the light of the sun. There was no telling where she had wandered into and what the world was—except that it was a maze. A labyrinth perhaps, something that she had certainly never come across before in her travels, and it was beautiful in its oddity. The idea of getting completely and utterly lost in there, however, was unpleasant.

                  Turning on her heel at the voice which sounded out from behind her she was jarred by the first interaction she had stumbled upon since walking into that world. Seemingly human—though that presumption did not feel quite right. There was something about this man that made her head tilt, her eyebrows raise, and her mouth open just slightly before closing once more.

                           ”Just for a little while.” Not that she could tell, her sense of time and ability to tell how long she had been in places without any sort of clock seemed lost there in that labyrinth of walls. ”I’m a… puzzle?”