Twisting paths and turns, round and round we go, where Ariadne whispers secrets untold.
In the middle of the meadow, the clouds speak, and it is there where the unseen turns to seen.
Hands of time tick-tock, little wonders standing still in the gaze of curious childlike eyes.
Find the thread, follow the thread.
But first, take a moment, close your eyes.
The maze wants to tell you a story.