Worms and Riddlers

  The hunter could not remember his name… He barely remembered what he looked like anymore, just fuzzy hallucinations, the workings of his mind falling away quietly… Only remembering a stone labyrinth… A beautiful stone labyrinth… That rose from the ashes, formed a great symbol in the sky, webbed with red veins, and a massive beating heart that formed across the crescent moon… Vivid hallucinations, sharply caressing his shattered memories. He remembered visiting the labyrinth, walking across the barren earth, again and again, and again and again… With stone arching across the night, the lines, the earth, forming stone, and then rising up and up, along the ground, up into the air, and he ran by himself… All alone… Into the rapidly growing night… … It was the same day over and over again, walking around and around… His memory was regenerating, going around the circle of days, again and again. He touched his face and wiped away the dirt. His legs and his hands were covered in blisters. A