The damp air of this cloudy day hovered over the grey stones, becoming a trap for sounds, even hum of sea waves crashing on the rocks seemed to be inexpressibly farther. Besides the fog only stones were visible and the grass under one's feet, also fingertips felt the rough texture of labyrinth stone walls. Curving all the time it led away and further, freeing head from thoughts, taking away fears and memories... Sounds of the elements were coming from afar as muted waves, drawing the melody of earth hum and rustling of dry grass. It seemed that the sea tries to tell something, whispering in the ear. But its words were lost in the labyrinth, feet were making steps – to the center of this ancient spiral made of stone, to the portal into unknown. Who built these walls? Where do they lead? Questions disappeared in the aftersounds of echo, giving way to the quiet whisper of wind and water.
