This is how it looked for a while, as if I was winding through a maze. The walls were solid lace, so it seemed harmless to linger there. Wandering in the maze even seemed like what I was meant to do. It was fascinating.
I waited for the walls to fall down, or pushed against them which only made them more solid. Then I noticed a thread and gently pulled it. The maze began to dissolve. Following the thread lead to the beginning. To myself.