The walls of the labyrinth quivered, undulating like a living thing, the darkness within them pulsating as if breathing in time with Ava's own uneven breaths. Each step forward felt like a descent into an endless chasm, where light was a distant memory and hope was a fragile whisper in the wind. Ava's heart pounded in her chest, a relentless drumbeat of fear and anticipation as she ventured deeper into the shadowy maze that had become her prison and her trial.
The spectral guide's words echoed in her mind, their weight growing heavier with each passing moment. "The shadows she faces will be drawn from her deepest insecurities and traumas." Ava clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, grounding herself against the tide of despair that threatened to sweep her away. Her past was not just a memory; it was a living nightmare, waiting to devour her in this twisted labyrinth.
