
Blanco looked up at the sky. He could tell it was night time. He saw the sky was dark blue- almost black - littered with countless twinkling stars, and the light golden colored crescent moon was visible.
While he could tell it was night, he couldn't figure out much else. After lunch, he had wandered into a labyrinth in order to do research - you can't try to make a maze if you've never seen one, after all - but he got lost. He could also tell that the walls were made of mulberry bushes and the floor was dirt, but he wasn't sure how those clues would help him out of here.
He wanted to get out of here and go home. He knew others were in here, but he couldn't see them.