Role

Chapter 5

She fled. There was no escape. She stumbled into a maze, perfect in it's
construction of disturbing precision and symmetry. It's walls were
seemlessly smooth and eerily white. She took a turn, and another, but all
led to an unsettling sameness. Until she encountered the first object: a
mirror reflecting nothing but endless white. She whacked her spiky tail and
ran again. Sameness, but then: Before her stood a clock. It ticked
rhythmically but with hands that never moved. She ran again. She turned a
corner: A silent bell swung before her, but made no sound. Each object was
perfection, unyielding control. The objects whispered at her entrapment. They
teased her with a silent, inpending doom. The order was Omnipresent. No
escape.

Flashes of lightning. Ios's eyes opened, their violet fading back to bluish
silver. Her world was beautiful, disorderly, but beautiful. Yet the subtle
terror of the labyrinth and it's silent, stark white whisperings haunted
her.

The visions, the small bizarre objects... all the implications lingered
in her conciousness, serving as a silent and disquieting reminder of the cold
perfection that had almost claimed her.