A labyrinth, in the style of Borges

As I gazed upon the leather-bound volume held by the irascible blind librarian, I felt a sense of trepidation. For within its pages lay detailed drawings, a complex and intricate network of passages and corridors that seemed to twist and turn upon themselves endlessly. Each line was etched with care, the ink faded with time, but the precision and detail were unmistakable.

I could sense the weight of history bearing down upon me as I turned the pages, feeling the brittle paper crackle beneath my fingers. I wondered who had created this labyrinth, and for what purpose? Was it a place of refuge, or perhaps a prison for the unwary? The images danced before my eyes, and I felt a chill run down my spine as I imagined myself lost within its twisting halls.

The librarian seemed to sense my unease and chuckled softly, his wrinkled face creasing into a wry smile. "Ah, the labyrinth," he muttered, his voice rasping with age. "Many have sought to unravel its mysteries, but few have returned." I could hear the twinkle in his eye, and I realized that he had seen more of the world than I could ever hope to comprehend. As I closed the volume and placed it gently back into his care, I knew that the labyrinth would remain a mystery, its secrets forever hidden from those who dared to venture within.

A Labyrinth in the style of Borges,  ChatGPT / NightCafe. 

8/9th April, 2023, Berlin.