Exploring deeper into the Palace, David finds himself engulfed in a labyrinth of mirrored corridors. He turns this way and that, unable to find an opening or a way out. The complex maze, the hundreds of multi-colored illusory images, confuse his brain and the vertigo begins again. David struggles to keep his balance and swallows hard on the bile that works its way up his throat.
Focus, he tells himself. Focus on the floor, on the seams along the floor where it meets the walls. But there aren"t any discernible walls. Just row after row of his own distorted reflection bouncing back at him. He places his hand over the Moldavite.
FocusFocus on the floor, on the seams along the floor where it meets the walls.“Ishtar. Ishtar, are you there? I can"t find my way through these corridors.”
“David
