“Why is there a hedge maze here?” Steve asked, curious.
“Why not? Maybe you know the answer to that more than I do, since this is your design.”
“Design? What do you mean by that?”
Gio looked over his left shoulder, continuing to walk. “Your creation. The fragments of your mind. Thethings you think about. The dream you are having. It’s all you. I have nothing to do with it, Steve. I’m simply the navigator and guide you’ve made me to be. This is all your work.”
“You’re a caretaker of the meadow, right?”
“If that’s what you want to call me.” Gio stopped, coming to a Y on the dark pathway. Fireflies fluttered around his body. He pointed to the left. “The flower gardens are that way. Enchanting. Beautiful. Majestic. I love them.” Then he pointed to the right. “The hedge maze is this way.”