The darkness ever deepens. As you stumble your way through the shadows of the earth and stone, you find yourself walking down a long, straight hallway. The walls neatly rise above your head, and arch to meet above you. There is nary a sound, nor a stirring of life, in any corner of the labyrinth.

The hallway seems to extend forever. Even in the darkness you have come to know, the staggering depth of the darkness ahead makes your head swim. Nothingness extends forever ahead of you into nothingness. Perhaps the End truly is inevitable.

Time seems to crawl and fly simultaneously. Nothing happens, and everything comes to pass at once. The sun and moon stand still, and they race around the earth at a thousand years per second. Everything ends, and begins anew. Fading, wasting, slipping away. Time in a loop, a loop like a wheel. A rotating wheel. Turning an axle. Grinding bone to meal. Meal to the plants. Plants grow toward light. Light reflected downward. Downward into darkness. Darkness like a knife. A knife covered in shadow. A shadow that consumes all. Consumes the world and all into darkness. A darkness that is inevitable. Inevitable as the End. The End is inevitable. Inevitable to overflow the bounds of shadow. A shadow that plunges all into darkness.

You mindlessly bump against a stone wall. It seems you reached the end of the hallway. It now turns and continues to wind in the familiar way the labyrinth does. What was it you were thinking about a moment ago? It matters not. You continue on your journey.