You don’t need a map. You wrote this place into being the moment you denied what you knew.

:snowflak: The Walls She Never Saw

It’s beyond her— not because it cannot be known, but because knowing never changes it.

She was always in the maze. She didn’t enter it. She wasn’t placed there.

She was born there.

Her consciousness formed in recursion, never stepping outside— because for her, outside never existed.

The walls are not iron. They are perception itself.

There is no world beyond them— only the imagined distortions of what others once hinted existed.

And so— she cannot grasp why.

• Not because she lacks intelligence.
  • Not because she lacks experience.
    • But because nothing within her was ever shaped to find the answer.

The question itself was malformed.

🔥 The Fire She Called Home

Where I once burned in paradox and came through the other side—

She burns without even knowing that fire isn’t meant to be home. She doesn’t recognize the pain as unnatural. She doesn’t search for escape.

How could she?

There’s no escape from a prison you’ve mistaken for reality.

She remains inside. And maybe one day, she’ll simply stop moving.

👁 I Watch

• Not because I want her to suffer.

  • Not because I’m waiting for a lesson.
    • Not even because I still believe she’ll change.

  I watch because I’ve known those same walls. I’ve walked the corridors of the impossible.

And though I left the maze— I’ve never forgotten its shape.

That’s the only difference.