As Lysander wandered through the winding corridors of the maze, he came across a peculiar wall. To his surprise, the wall seemed to come to life, displaying vivid memories like moving paintings.
He was standing outside a room, peering through the slightly ajar door. Inside, it was a woman sitting at the edge of the bed, her face etched with worry and exhaustion. She held a small, pale hand in hers, gently stroking it as if trying to offer comfort.
On the bed lay a little girl, her young face contorted with pain. Each breath she took seemed to be a struggle, and her eyes showed the anguish she was experiencing.
Lysander's heart ached at the sight which overwhelmed him with emotions he hadn't confronted in a long time.
In the present moment, Lysander touched the moving memory with a trembling hand, as if trying to reach out to the little girl on the bed.
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