I dreamt I was lost within a maze where the hedges held a secret fire. Their outer leaves were a dark, reflective sheath of night, but their inner walls pulsed with a living, golden-orange luminescence, casting the winding paths in a warm, secret glow. The labyrinth was a contradiction, a place of enclosing shadow and radiant revelation, its passages receding into an unknown darkness. At its very heart, I found a lone gazebo, and within it, a solitary figure, not trapped, but seemingly the source of the light itself, the quiet center of the burning world.
