Trapped in the Labyrinth

A chill ran down the spines of the group as they stood before the entrance of the maze. The sight before them was daunting - massive walls of solid stone, intricately carved with complex patterns and designs, loomed over them, almost seeming to pulsate with otherworldly energy. The eerie mist that hung heavy in the air did little to ease their nerves, and the distant rumble of the shifting walls only served to add to their growing sense of unease.

As they took their first steps into the maze, the group couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. The walls seemed to twist and turn in a dizzying pattern that made it almost impossible to discern which direction they were heading in. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and rotting wood, and the mist made it difficult to see beyond a few feet in front of them.