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The pod door emits a slow hiss, gradually revealing the world that awaits outside. It’s a landscape so alien, so starkly different from Earth, it feels as though it’s been plucked from a dream.
There’s a wall outside the pod — not just any wall, but one that radiates an almost surreal, vibrant shade of pink flowers.
I hesitate at the threshold, every instinct screaming at me to stay within the relative safety of the pod. But deep down, I know that’s not an option.
I chastise myself internally, labeling myself a coward, trying to summon the bravery to step forward. Despite my self-encouragement, my body resists, rooted in fear.
“Come on, Zoey,” I murmur, my voice a mere whisper, afeeble attempt to rally my spirit. “You can’t just hide here forever.”
Wanna bet?
Gathering a breath that feels like the first in ages, I finally inch toward the pod’s opening. The air of this alien world caresses my face, surprisingly breathable. It’s a minor relief, but in my current state, any solace is welcome.
I step out, and my boots meet the rugged, unfamiliar ground. The pink wall before me reveals itself as a vast, bushy hedge, sprawling endlessly in both directions.
Behind me, another similar wall stands, this one peppered with holes at regular intervals. My heart sinks as the reality of my situation settles in.
Is thisa maze?
Confusion and fear intermingle, swirling inside me. What is this place? Why am I here? My mind races with questions, each more unanswerable than the last.
I glance down one path of the maze, then down the other. There’s no clue, no sign to indicate a safe passage or direction.
The thought of venturing into this labyrinth is petrifying. What if I get hopelessly lost? What unseen dangers might lurk within?
A part of me, the rational part, argues for staying put. Perhaps someone, or something, will come searching for the pod. Maybe there’s a rescue mission in progress. It’s a slender thread of hope, but it’s all I have to cling to.
I wrap my arms around myself, rubbing them in a vain attempt to dispel both the physical chill and the growing dread.
The immensity of the sky above, the unfamiliarity of the alien flora, the profound silence — all these elements compound my sense of isolation.
Never before have I felt as utterly alone as I do now, standing at the edge of this enigmatic world, at the precipice ofa maze that feels emblematically similar to my current predicament.
Lost, bewildered, and profoundly solitary, I’m a stranger in this unknown land, clueless about how to navigate my way back home.
M’ijel
Navigating the endless corridors of the maze with a speed and agility that feels foreign to me, I can’t help but acknowledge how this new form — a blend of beast and Zelthori — grants me abilities far beyond my previous limitations.
The ground beneath my paws is a tapestry of uneven terrain, with each step a reminder of the strange, otherworldly nature of this place.
The maze itself is an enigma, its paths twisting and turning, creating a labyrinth meant to instill a sense of confusion and hopelessness.
As I make my way, the maze presents an array of traps and hazards, each more cunning and dangerous than the last. Mechanical traps, like blades that spring out from the walls without warning or floors that suddenly open up to reveal bottomless pits, are a constant threat.
But it’s not just the inanimate dangers that I need to be wary of — the living elements of the maze are equally perilous. Plants with grasping tendrils lie in wait to ensnare the unwary, while alluring flowers emit intoxicating scents,only to release clouds of toxic pollen to those who venture too close.
I find myself constantly on guard, ducking and weaving through these perils, my instincts in overdrive. It’s then that I spot something unusual — a cache of weapons, parachuting down from the sky.
Suddenly it dawns on me; I know where I am.
This isn’t just a struggle for survival; it’s a spectacle, a twisted form of entertainment for the Malquarans.
It’s the Mating Games!
They’ve cast me into this deadly game, expecting me to fight, to perform, and most disturbingly… to mate with an innocent female caught in their cruel plot.
This realization stirs a tumultuous blend of anger and despair within me. I’ve been reduced to a mere pawn in their sadistic game, my Zelthori essence stripped away, leaving me in this monstrous form.
