And you will wonder: did you escape the Wooz Maze, or did the Wooz Maze simply grow bored of you?
The first rule of the Wooz Maze is that you cannot remember entering it. One moment you are walking home, turning a corner you’ve turned a thousand times; the next, the streetlamp’s hum has deepened, the asphalt has gone soft as licorice, and the hedges have grown teeth. Not sharp teeth— wobbly teeth, the kind that might gum you to death over a century.
And then, with a soft pop like a jar lid opening, you are back on your street. The streetlamp hums its normal frequency. Your keys are in your pocket. Your phone is at 97%.
And you will wonder: did you escape the Wooz Maze, or did the Wooz Maze simply grow bored of you?
The first rule of the Wooz Maze is that you cannot remember entering it. One moment you are walking home, turning a corner you’ve turned a thousand times; the next, the streetlamp’s hum has deepened, the asphalt has gone soft as licorice, and the hedges have grown teeth. Not sharp teeth— wobbly teeth, the kind that might gum you to death over a century.
And then, with a soft pop like a jar lid opening, you are back on your street. The streetlamp hums its normal frequency. Your keys are in your pocket. Your phone is at 97%.