In the quietness of the night, I slipped into the realm of dreams, a place where reality takes a backseat, and imagination reigns supreme. The dream unfolded in a quaint town, with cobblestone streets winding through dreary houses painted with blood stains. The air was filled with the scent of the rotting corpses, creating a sense of hell that enveloped the entire place.
As I wandered through the murderous town, I discovered some hints of a curse spelled on the town. Puppets torn apart, animals with no necks, blood rivers… Undeniably a curse was casted by the mighty minotaur. Only one way to run everthing happening in the town back: a victory in a duel against the creature.
It was definitely not difficult to find its base. The monument just right up on the cliff of the mountain, a place where the sanity of a normal person cannot comprehend. Compelled, I set off. The road had many obstacles to overcome. Clones, thugs, thieves, monsters, cannibals, all defeated by my sword. After three weeks I was able to reach the monument. I was not prepared to encounter a disheveled maze. A signpost said “ALL HAIL OUR KING, THE MIGHTY MINATAUR!”. Entering the maze, confusion and fear gripped me as its twisted passages seemed like a puzzle designed to confuse the mind. The walls bore haunting images of the cursed town, amplifying the eerie atmosphere. Ghostly whispers echoed, carrying the pain of the afflicted puppets and headless animals. With each step, the weight of the minotaur’s curse intensified, casting shadows that danced like malevolent spirits. As I navigated the labyrinth, the heart of the maze drew near. The monumental cliff revealed the minotaur’s grotesque throne, a sight that sent shivers down my spine.
Confronting the minotaur was a harrowing experience. Its eyes glowed with malevolence, and the duel that ensued echoed through the cavernous chamber. The creature fought fiercely, but my determination prevailed. In a climactic clash, the minotaur crumbled, dissolving into an ethereal mist. Descending from the cliff, the maze melted away, leaving the town bathed in a soft, silvery light. The transformation was magical, with cobblestone streets gleaming and the air now filled with the fragrance of blooming flowers.
Filled with pride, I wanted to rest. The moment I put my head on the ground, I woke up. 