Wandering in the Dark

I walked those crazy, twisted pathways for hours, and still I failed to catch up with you. Every now and again, I heard your laugh, both near and distant at the same time. The acoustics in this place were odd, seeming at times to amplify your laugh while at other times they subdued it.

I chose new pathways at random. There was no way for me to navigate this jumble, and that was an embarrassing thing to admit as a Wayfinder. I knew that, as lost as I was, you were probably in a better place to handle this tangle of assorted pathways.

Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, one of those pathways yielded up an exit from the room. It was small comfort, however; on separate pathways both above and below me, I could see other exits. I had no way of knowing for sure which one you had taken. I just had to hope that eventually our pathways would intersect once more.

And so I walked on.