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*Bonus* Carly Speaks - A Battle with the Maze Maker · Millennial Mustard Seed

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  Maze Maker. It's like living inside a Riddle
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  that reshapes itself every time you get close to the answer.
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  At first you try to solve it. You think if you just pay closer
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  attention, ask better questions, match the mood, soften your
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  voice, rephrase the truth, but maybe then the maze will open.
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  It never does, because it's not meant to.
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  The maze is the straitjacket that keeps you there, playing
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  the game. It's like being cast as the role
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  of Cassandra, the woman made to see what's coming but never to
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  be believed by the king. The moment something is off.
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  The cracks in the mask, the tremors beneath the image, the
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  echo of danger before the walls collapse and the fireballs start
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  to land. Gruesome in their aim.
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  Warnings met with suspicion, scrutiny, silence.
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  Not because the warnings were wrong, but because it wasn't
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  allowed that you name the truth or see beyond the curtain.
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  The day's blur in time loses shape inside riddles.
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  Words get bent and forged into weapons to wield.
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  Apologies turn into spells that reset the board.
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  You try to name what's wrong, to find the problem, to understand
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  the issue, to work towards a solution.
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  But suddenly you're defending your tone, your timing, your
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  motives, your heart, your past, and the hypothetical questions
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  with no answers become ropes and rocks fashioned about you until
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  you're tipped into the sea, off the dock of your sanity.
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  Reality becomes fluid, memory becomes negotiable, and
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  somewhere along the way you stop trusting your face in the
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  mirror. Merciless mirror maze with
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  shifting floors and liquid walls pumped full of sleeping gas and
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  blow darts and poltergeists. Waking up doesn't even feel like
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  triumph. It feels like an earthquake.
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  It begins as a flicker, a question, like a static spark.
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  Is there even an exit? One answer to any of this?
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  And one day you bring a simple cup of coffee to the maze maker.
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  Not as a peace offering, not even as a strategy, just because
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  there was a tiny crack in the noise and truth slipped through
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  like light under a door. But the maze maker dumped it
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  out. Not just the coffee, the energy
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  to try to play the game. And in the quiet sound of
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  running liquid down a sink drain, the still small voice, it
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  speaks louder than the booming Thunder of confusion.
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  The maze maker wants reconciliation.
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  And like a map materializing out of thin air in your hands,
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  stepping down that row called reconciliation is actually how
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  you come back to the lie. Every word is a trap.
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  Every kindness has twisted, every unsanctioned perspective,
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  experience, challenge to the maze.
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  Maker's game is declared rebellious, dishonorable, and
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  disrespectful. Because to the pure all things
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  are pure, but to the defiled and unbelieving, nothing is pure,
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  but their minds and their consciences are defiled.
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  What is there to do but stop consuming?
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  Stop breathing in the putrid air of the maze maker's reality.
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  Stop trying to walk out by measuring your intentions, by
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  his reactions. And you stop looking for clarity
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  from someone who is sustained only by confusion.
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  You start consuming truth that is rooted in stillness, that
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  breaks like dawn, not lightning, and that comes like a sprout,
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  tender, trembling, yet determined.
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  You sit with it and wait with a prayer in your heart that it
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  takes root and bears fruit. And then one day you realize the
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  ground beneath you is not moving even when you tremble and the
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  blow darts became fireflies. The gas is gone as the scent of
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  lilies in a valley of green carried on a breeze, and the
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  poltergeist has fled before the face of the uncreated,
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  unchanging, uncompromising being of truth.
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  Music. Music.