Chloe De Burgh

The grass is cool and soft beneath you as you walk confidently towards the opening in the hedges. You turn back and take one last look at the courtyard. You are simultaneously surprised and yet not to see that the stone fairy is gone. leaving a still fountain behind. You turn towards the path through the hedges and head deeper into what you now suspect is a maze.

Your suspicions are confirmed when you get to the first break in the path. You can either go left or right. though both directions seem identical. You gaze down one path and then the other, while the moon continues to grin in the sky. Following some indescribable urge, you turn left. The maze goes on for an indeterminate amount of time, but you never feel tired or concerned.

Your suspicions are confirmed when you get to the first break in the path. You can either go left or right. though both directions seem identical. You gaze down one path and then the other, while the moon continues to grin in the sky. Following some indescribable urge, you turn left. The maze goes on for an indeterminate amount of time, but you never feel tired or concerned.

Your suspicions are confirmed when you get to the first break in the path. You can either go left or right. though both directions seem identical. You gaze down one path and then the other, while the moon continues to grin in the sky. Following some indescribable urge, you turn left. The maze goes on for an indeterminate amount of time, but you never feel tired or concerned.

It is the unknowable effect of dream logic when time is folded back upon itself and also stretched out. When you reach the end of the maze, you cannot say for sure how long you were wandering its leafy corridors, nor how you completed the puzzle. If pressed, you would only be able to say that something or someone was leading you, and all you had to do was follow.

It is the unknowable effect of dream logic when time is folded back upon itself and also stretched out. When you reach the end of the maze, you cannot say for sure how long you were wandering its leafy corridors, nor how you completed the puzzle. If pressed, you would only be able to say that something or someone was leading you, and all you had to do was follow.

It is the unknowable effect of dream logic when time is folded back upon itself and also stretched out. When you reach the end of the maze, you cannot say for sure how long you were wandering its leafy corridors, nor how you completed the puzzle. If pressed, you would only be able to say that something or someone was leading you, and all you had to do was follow.

The entrance to the maze is canopied by a wooden trellis bearing bright pink flowers unlike any you have ever seen before. Even in the darkness of the still night, you can see the vibrancy of their color. They have five petals like a vine full of stars. At their center, each flower has a golden glow. It looks as though some tiny being sits at the heart of each flower and tends a warm fire.

The entrance to the maze is canopied by a wooden trellis bearing bright pink flowers unlike any you have ever seen before. Even in the darkness of the still night, you can see the vibrancy of their color. They have five petals like a vine full of stars. At their center, each flower has a golden glow. It looks as though some tiny being sits at the heart of each flower and tends a warm fire.

The entrance to the maze is canopied by a wooden trellis bearing bright pink flowers unlike any you have ever seen before. Even in the darkness of the still night, you can see the vibrancy of their color. They have five petals like a vine full of stars. At their center, each flower has a golden glow. It looks as though some tiny being sits at the heart of each flower and tends a warm fire.

Before your very eyes, there appear miniscule sparks of gold that float out of each. The path below your feet transforms from grass to smooth stones filled with velvety moss. The stones, even at night, still feel warm under your feet. The winding path leads away from the maze and into the most luscious flower garden you can imagine.

Before your very eyes, there appear miniscule sparks of gold that float out of each. The path below your feet transforms from grass to smooth stones filled with velvety moss. The stones, even at night, still feel warm under your feet. The winding path leads away from the maze and into the most luscious flower garden you can imagine.

Before your very eyes, there appear miniscule sparks of gold that float out of each. The path below your feet transforms from grass to smooth stones filled with velvety moss. The stones, even at night, still feel warm under your feet. The winding path leads away from the maze and into the most luscious flower garden you can imagine.

You take a moment to notice that flowers rarely bloom so fully at night, and yet this entire garden appears to be fully in bloom. The garden stretches out before you for a long way, but it is merely a precursor to the building that rises from the earth behind it. The flowers lay like a multicolored carpet at the feet of what you realize is a castle.

You take a moment to notice that flowers rarely bloom so fully at night, and yet this entire garden appears to be fully in bloom. The garden stretches out before you for a long way, but it is merely a precursor to the building that rises from the earth behind it. The flowers lay like a multicolored carpet at the feet of what you realize is a castle.

You take a moment to notice that flowers rarely bloom so fully at night, and yet this entire garden appears to be fully in bloom. The garden stretches out before you for a long way, but it is merely a precursor to the building that rises from the earth behind it. The flowers lay like a multicolored carpet at the feet of what you realize is a castle.

The stones of the castle gleam under the moon, bathing it in a lavender light. Its many turrets and towers seem to be chasing one another toward the sky. Here and there, the light of the moon glints off one of the many windows and you can see they are all made of stained glass. Drawn by the magic of the garden and under the watchful eye of the castle, you make your way down the path.

The stones of the castle gleam under the moon, bathing it in a lavender light. Its many turrets and towers seem to be chasing one another toward the sky. Here and there, the light of the moon glints off one of the many windows and you can see they are all made of stained glass. Drawn by the magic of the garden and under the watchful eye of the castle, you make your way down the path.

The stones of the castle gleam under the moon, bathing it in a lavender light. Its many turrets and towers seem to be chasing one another toward the sky. Here and there, the light of the moon glints off one of the many windows and you can see they are all made of stained glass. Drawn by the magic of the garden and under the watchful eye of the castle, you make your way down the path.

As you walk by each new bush or shrub bearing flowers, you are caught up in a new wave of sensory experience. Each one has a smell and aroma as enticing as the last. The heavenly smells are only second to the blooms themselves. Flowers droop heavily on overloaded branches in every color you have ever seen. Some petals seem to be handcrafted for how beautifully they blend one shade into another.