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She goes to sleep like every night before, Moonlight spilling on her bedroom floor. Eyes shut tight, but the dark creeps in, Chains in her dreams, cold hands on her skin. She runs but the ground won’t stay the same, Every shadow whispering her name. She wakes up screaming, breathless, alone, But the fear feels real, carved into bone. Stone walls rising, blocking the sky, This isn’t a dream—no matter how she tries. Welcome to the trials of the maze, Four-meter walls and endless days. No past to hold, just scars and haze, Running for truth through fear and rage. Every turn is a gamble she plays, Will she escape the trials of the maze? She walks ahead, counting every step, Marking the turns, secrets she’s kept. The walls shift slow with a grinding cry, Paths rearranged while the hours slide by. Monsters in silence, traps in the stone, She’s never safe, never alone. Faces feel familiar, names out of reach, A life she forgot that the maze won’t teach. Only nightmares of being torn away, Dragged from the light into endless gray. These are the trials of the maze, Moving walls and shifting ways. No memories, just a burning phrase: Why am I here? in countless ways. She bleeds for hope in this broken place, Chasing answers through the maze. If she runs fast enough, thinks strong enough, If she risks it all when the road gets rough, Maybe truth waits at the final gate, Or maybe the maze decides her fate. Is there a reason? Is there a plan? Or are they just ghosts in shifting land? No map, no key, no voice to trust, Only faith in the will to push through dust. Every trial takes a piece of her soul, But she won’t stop till she knows the whole. These are the trials of the maze, Where hope survives in a thousand ways. She won’t give in to the fear that stays, She’ll find the end or be lost in the haze. Will she find out, will truth be raised? Or will no one leave the maze? As the walls move one last time, She steps ahead, crossing the line. Dream or nightmare, wrong or right— She runs toward dawn through the endless night.