My own shadow entwined in between each rose collection desperately trying to grasp the inextricable way out. This situation felt more hopeless by the second, I was isolated entirely. The time had gradually slipped out of my mind along with the small amount of sanity I had to begin with.
Raindrops started piercing through the clouds almost mocking my emotional state. I had wasted hours on stealing through this impenetrable maze as the sky was overcome into an advesperascit glow. My optimism started to melt away and introduce itself to the droplets reflecting an indigo sky.
A fresh scent of the British rose wafted through the air, reminding me of the of nostalgic summer memories I NEVER had in the countryside. Unexpectedly, two peculiar characters swayed around the edge of the rose topiary.
The mad oddballs claimed their names to be Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb, dumb was certainly suited to him, not that I was sure of the gender. Their appearance disgraced their personality as they didn't show me a way out, but a pulchritudinous world filled with the most quirky daydreams.
I only had to continue my way through a load of Lilies to find a foreboding willow tree with a big enough hole inside to fit through. I clambered inside. One second, I was searching for the entry. The next second, I was falling deeply through the roots of the strange tree. Oh dear. What have you done Luna?
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Labyrinth
FantasyLuna Darcy dreams to hold a euphoric world in her head of magic and imagination and madness. Her actual world is needles, beeps, hospitals and doctors. The tragically beautiful girl has only ever known death tomorrow, each day she is told it will be...
