Another world's lore. Lore predating the Resurrection. At times it's hard to be sure. Watching these hallways, the increasingly notable illogical turns to the place, Duty's sure it's closer to a labyrinth than a maze. A maze is simply gone through. Someone comes out often not changed. This place presses down and creaks, squishy and soft, in invitation to something more than tracking turns.

"Is standing still in any myths?" Duty asks. Again, their cultural knowledge flows like a river between them. John's myriad of references not enough to understand them all.