In the maze I follow the twists and turns, guided by the nickering of a horse. A few dead ends later I find myself at the center of the maze and the horse is there.
It's Nickers! I tell her that I thought she was dead. She tells me that she is, outside of the maze, but that she can help me get out of it.
I get on her back and tangle my fingers in her mane, she carries me to the exit and we sadly say goodbye again.
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