Glass Labyrinth

The expanse of boiling sands gives way to pockets of paradise. Pools of crystalline water invite you closer, toward the lush mosses growing at their banks. At least a dozen by your count, it’s hard to tell with the sun making them into shimmering mirages. Venture closer, dear tribute, for respite is within reach. Or… is it? Eager in your approach, your forehead thuds against something cold and hard. You stumble to the side, leaving an imprint of your sweaty palm on an adjacent wall. You realize too late that the light plays with glass not heat. You have fallen victim to an invisible labyrinth, don’t worry, though, some bloodshed might make this maze easier to navigate. (Cole)