The Mythweaver
Deep within the hedge halls
of the Labyrinth of Mirrors,
there dwells a quiet weaver,
threading hopes and dreams and fears.
Through tales of myth and madness,
she searches for her truth—
her face masked, as her heart was
for nearly all her youth.
With time and deep reflection
she laid her shadows bare,
and opened up her Labyrinth,
with purpose and with care.
At the center of her maze,
she invites them, one and all,
to look into the mirrors
and listen to the call.
If you’d like to walk deeper into the Labyrinth, paid subscriptions offer early drafts, philosophical scaffolding, and occasional tangible relics from inside the maze.
Free subscribers still receive the core stories and notes—nothing essential is hidden behind a gate. The paid tier simply helps sustain the work and allows me to share more of the architecture beneath it.
If you prefer a one-time gesture, you may leave an offering to the Labyrinth here.
I am so grateful for every soul who chooses to wander further. 🥀
I like this.
Glad I heard the call😊