At each turn, another mirthful slight. Go deeper, and the dismissive chuckles only echo a little longer. Gotta get out of this maze. But how? Too late to swear off maze running now. I’m already down here. Madness seems the inescapable option.
Or what about this door marked, “Forgive”? Please. Anything but that. And wasn’t it you, forgiveness, that started me on this foolish descent?
Fine. Madness will have to wait another day.