The labyrinth was endless. Concrete walls — smooth, damp, with the smell of mold and... apples? It smelled sweet and rotten at the same time. The light flickered, and every turn seemed the same.

The footsteps behind you never stopped. Light, abrupt, almost playful. You were running.

"Why are you running?" a voice sounded somewhere above your ear. And immediately — a sharp screech of wings above your head. You turned around.

He was standing right in front of you. SwapDream. His face was twisted, as if the smile had been carved too deep. His eyes — two golden circles, glowing in the darkness, as if reflecting a light that wasn't there.

"I just want you to be happy." — He took a step forward, and the walls shook from his presence. — "But you're... smiling... wrong."

With these words, he extended his hand, and golden threads flowed from under his feet across the floor - they crawled towards you, hissing, leaving traces behind them, like burns.

"See?" — He bowed his head, as if genuinely upset. — "There is... fear in this smile. Regret. Pain."

He raised his wings. In the narrow feathers - stuck ribbons, torn from other people's memories. You heard screams, laughter, sobs - all at once.

"Let me... fix it."

He took off. The wings spread, and with this flap the labyrinth seemed to twitch, the walls began to collapse. He walked towards you - not quickly, but with each step the world around him lost shape. Everything turned into a bright mush of color and pain.

"Everything will be fine," — he whispered. — "If you just... stop resisting.