I've never told anyone about the dream. Like Theseus, that maze used to be my own personal hell. I was stalked down its dank, winding pathways every night, chased and captured by hellish monsters, each of which were more terrifying than the last. They would always catch me. They would steal a piece of me and swallow it down, eating away at me night after night. They did it until there was nothing of me left. Then, and only then, did the night terrors stop.
