The darkness clung to Ava, wrapping around her like a suffocating shroud. The labyrinth was alive with her fears, its walls pulsating with the beat of her racing heart. Every step she took felt like a plunge into a void where light was but a distant, forgotten dream. But she pressed on, even as the twisted version of herself loomed before her, a grotesque mirror of her worst nightmares.
The twisted Ava sneered, her eyes glowing with a malevolent fire. "Do you really think you can win? You're nothing but a collection of broken pieces, a puzzle with too many missing parts."
Ava's heart pounded, each beat a reminder of her past failures, her unresolved guilt. The labyrinth shook violently, the walls groaning as if they too were mocking her attempts to stand tall. But Ava squared her shoulders, her fists clenched at her sides. "I don't have to be perfect to fight you," she said, her voice trembling yet defiant.
