"How many days, how many months, has it been," the horse thought inwardly, its hooves echoing through the maze without a single sign of fatigue. Its ethereal form moved swiftly, never faltering, a spectral figure driven by an unyielding purpose.
The maze twisted and turned, each passage blending into the next, yet the horse navigated with unerring precision. The ancient walls bore silent witness to its relentless journey, their surfaces etched with runes and symbols that spoke of forgotten times. The air was thick with an eerie stillness, broken only by the rhythmic pounding of the horse's hooves.
Its eyes, filled with a longing that transcended time, glowed softly in the dim light. Memories of a life long past flickered in its mind, a tapestry of images and emotions that refused to fade. The horse remembered fields of golden grass, the warmth of the sun, and the sound of laughter that had once been its world.
