Maze: Fantasy

The maze was open to her view from the topmost window in the manor. It revealed its secrets to her eyes as though it were not the same thing that trapped her within its unyielding, scratchy embrace every time that she dared set foot in it. From her casement window, she could easily plot exactly which twists and turns to follow, which direction to take, and how long it would take her to exit the maze on the other side. From within the maze itself, she could never find her way free. Every day, she studied the maze. Every day, the solution to its riddle changed. She hoped that someday, she would see a pattern in the changes, a repetition, a way that she could predict what the maze would be when next she entered it. She had tried leaving the house and returning to check the--

Inspiration: 'maze'
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Mrphl.