The legend was wrong.
They said Daedalus built the Labyrinth to imprison the Minotaur. They said he escaped. They said he lived.
They lied.
After the fall of Crete’s glory, the King — paranoid and desperate to bury all secrets — erased Daedalus’ mind and cast him into the very maze he had created. No one ever escaped the Labyrinth. Not even its architect.
Now, nameless, weaponless, and alone in eternal black, Daedalus wakes in the cold stone heart of his own creation. The walls shift. The whispers return. The center pulls him in — not to salvation, but to truth.
But the deeper he walks, the more he remembers. And what he remembers... rewrites everything.
This is not a story of escape.
It is a descent into guilt, creation, and madness.