Rojo the Maze Keeper, Size Small (Soft Firmness) Bently she’d taken the massive gold

she’d taken the massive gold door knock in hand and let it thud against the solid wood of the structure

older than the stars

Their soft wings carried them effortlessly in dance

Like a beacon it will summon it out of the shadows

The sea was fighting her every step of the way

Rojo the Maze Keeper, Size Small (Soft Firmness) Bently she’d taken the massive goldRojo 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