Rojo the Maze Keeper, Size Small (Soft Firmness) Bently older than the trees

older than the trees

the tall cattails dancing away from her as she moves

older than the stars

The sea was fighting her every step of the way

Rojo the Maze Keeper, Size Small (Soft Firmness) Bently older than the treesRojo the Maze Keeper Her eyes dart this way and that. Every direction green, twisting limbs and thorned leaves invade her line of sight. Her breath comes in short, shallow pants. What direction had she come from? Did she last take a right or was it maybe a left? She wasnt lost, or at least she refused to admit it to herself yet that she was. The maze was so still, shielded from the midnight breeze and causing it to be stifling hot and suffocating