Entering Persephone's room finds one in a sprawling maze with walls composed of thick trunked crawling wisteria which threads through a series of arbors, creating what is essentially a walled tunnel with the flowers hanging from between the slits in the wall and "ceiling". Visible every often as you pass through is the moon, waxing and a crimson red. It looks almost as if it's melting into the sky, the bottom "dripping" behind the cloud cover.
Aside from sounds made by any travelers there is nothing but complete and utter silence. The air stands almost completely still and yet it the labyrinth doesn't feel stuffy in the least. And what's more, somehow the hanging wisteria still sways as if there is a breeze. At the center of the labyrinth is a pond: its water is sometimes clear, though if one stays long enough in the area to watch the petals fall from the nearby sakura trees they'll see that when they hit the water they begin to sink and dissolve, diffusing a pastel pink colour in plumes as if they were drops of ink.
This clearing has a decent view of the sky, and a single bench. Here the ground is dirt, and at the base of each sakura tree - well, did you know? There's bodies buried beneath the cherry trees! You can take my word for it -- after all, how else could they bloom so beautifully? It's the sort of unbelievable beauty that leaves one out of sorts for a day or two. Of course you have to take my word for it!
And besides! Look at the greedy roots of the trees, tangled like an octopus, as they happily absorb the blood that permeates the ground beneath them. Isn't that such a beautiful thing, too? To take in such a sight is to find your vision suddenly focused, and you can finally see the petals of the trees. They lead those who seek it to the labyrinth's end -- and so yesterday, or perhaps the day before yesterday, one finds themselves finally set free from this unsettling mystery.
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Aside from sounds made by any travelers there is nothing but complete and utter silence. The air stands almost completely still and yet it the labyrinth doesn't feel stuffy in the least. And what's more, somehow the hanging wisteria still sways as if there is a breeze. At the center of the labyrinth is a pond: its water is sometimes clear, though if one stays long enough in the area to watch the petals fall from the nearby sakura trees they'll see that when they hit the water they begin to sink and dissolve, diffusing a pastel pink colour in plumes as if they were drops of ink.
This clearing has a decent view of the sky, and a single bench. Here the ground is dirt, and at the base of each sakura tree - well, did you know? There's bodies buried beneath the cherry trees! You can take my word for it -- after all, how else could they bloom so beautifully? It's the sort of unbelievable beauty that leaves one out of sorts for a day or two. Of course you have to take my word for it!
And besides! Look at the greedy roots of the trees, tangled like an octopus, as they happily absorb the blood that permeates the ground beneath them. Isn't that such a beautiful thing, too? To take in such a sight is to find your vision suddenly focused, and you can finally see the petals of the trees. They lead those who seek it to the labyrinth's end -- and so yesterday, or perhaps the day before yesterday, one finds themselves finally set free from this unsettling mystery.