Walking through the maze surprisingly starts out quiet pieceful, the walls are made with about fourteen foot high fossil black marble smoothed to perfection by both the polish of time and the man made one, its obvious that you would never be able to climb over the walls by yourself, or even with another person either, however, the further you go into the maze and the more wrong turns you make that feeling of tranquility is quickly replaced by something else, you feel beared down upon, like your being watched by some kind of predator that has its gaze upon you, the polished Fossil black marble that you once admired seems to have turned on you, in its reflections you start to see leering faces and snarling visages that send shivers down your spine, it reflects beings that are rigth behind you, damning talons outstretched and ready to snatch you away, to rend flesh from bone. However, when you snap your head to look behind you and bring yourself into a defensive stance, there is nothing there, spare a ghostly cackling on the wind that seems to be entertained by your attempts at self preservation and fear. Now mildly panic you are ripe for the snares and short stops of the maze, desperate to get out of there you mind races faster than you can make sense of your thoughts. You feel hounded, hunted by something that you cannot see, but feel in the depths of your being. As you venture towards the center of the maze the fossel like imprints start to look and cluster more and more like the faces that you've been seeing in the reflections, in fact, the smooth surface of the marble has begun to shift and warp, images of the demonic, leering faces, snarling beast heads and tortured phantasums push out at you threatingly. You can hear whispers on the wind, though making them out is almost impossible. They are deep and throaty in their tone, but they are still just whispers from the damned, impossble to make any sense of. At the very center of the maze, there is a huge brass face that covers what appears to be a large set of doors, the head looks more beast than man, its mouth is agape and there is an empty spot for something... it almost looks like it wants... no it demands some sort of sacrifice from those that wish to see what it holds out of sight. Passing by and making your way out towards the other side towards the tower, you can hear deep growling that you hadn't heard before, the voices are no more, but the feeling that you are being hunted and stalked like prey remains. The warping and the faces begin to die down as you get closer to the other side, but the smooth polished surface of the marble yeild flickering shadows shaped like dogs, though they are the size of a hourse. The closer you get to the end the louder and more fierce the barks and growls get, as though the beasts are becoming frusterated that they are losing their prey. Just when all hope seems lost, you see the tower coming visable thought and opening of the maze. When you get to the last five feet, the howling stops, there is no more feeling of being hunted or stalking. It is as calm as when you first started to go inside the maze.
