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Wisp of the Imagination (lovely made up Kimeti) crept up to the mouth of the dark, hallow cave. She had watched it for a while, the others creeping in, much braver than she but never coming out. Taking in a deep breath she made her way in.

She stuck low to the ground, slinking down the corridor, her eyes darting every which way. Suddenly, as if the ground fell before her she was met with a fork. To the left she could hear the welcoming sound of running water, it's rolling echoing through the cavern. To the right, silence.

She pondered this predicament hard for a moment. "The welcoming sound of water or the eerie silence of darkness?" she thought loudly, her voice echoing. While the left seemed to be the most promising, if water runs, it must run out. She turned and headed down the right path.

It was known to her in Caves, to never take the route that appears easiest. Easy is usually an illusion. As she headed down the right path, her heart sank as she regretted her choice. Her only friend in the silence, the voices echoing in her head.

Laughing Shadows had been wandering around for quite some time trying to locate the sound of the echo that she could hear. Something warned her away from it, but her curiosity drove her closer. Were the Shadows finally speaking to her? Or was there a Kimeti hiding that she could befriend? Whatever it was, it lead her closer to the fog-hidden entrance of the cave and she blindly entered it before realizing she could hardly see in front of her, so if anything bad were hidden within, she could easily be attacked or get hurt.

This thought almost made Laughing Shadows leave the cave, but the sound of the musical echos once again caught her ears and she stepped forward once more. Now with two choices to choose between, the young doe stuck her head down each one listening carefully to the sounds she could hear. The whisperings of the ocean down one, and complete silence down the other. Being worried the Shadows might be playing tricks on her, she nodded to herself and carefully stepped onto the path to the right. With no other sound within that part of the cave, surely the doe could hear anything before it had a chance to sneak up on her. And so with her head held high and her heart beating thunderously in her chest, Laughing Shadows crept forward unsure of what she might find.

Mist twined, parted, collapsed in on itself before his eyes, a phenomenon that Unripened Heart found intriguing, but ultimately distracting to his task. The area before him was cold and dank, very unlike the dunes of tawny sand to which he had been born, yet possessing its own unique signature, a playful danger that whispered along the edges and set it apart. He had yet to determine how he'd arrived at this place, chasing the murmuring promise of some voice that existed beyond the wispy tangle of his surroundings. His last memory before the whiteness had set in was of towering trees, their canopy blocking out the sun, dewy leaf litter wetting his fetlock as he strolled without apparent aim. How this haze had swept in so effortlessly and suddenly, he could not say, any annoyance he may have felt abated by self-decree. It was not important how it had come to pass, only that he navigated to a more visible location. If not for the obscurity that existed both forward and back the way he'd come, the buck might have dismissed the impending chase, but locating this female tormentor in the distance seemed related to finding an exit.

The twin openings to the labyrinth rose up as if from a dream, standing silent and unimpressed by his appearance, their shapes ebbing and drifting in the unpredictable weather. The disembodied voice seemed to come from both of them at once, giving him no hint to follow in that regard. Heart deliberated at the entranceways, white-brown snout wrinkled with distaste at his options. When he finally moved, it was toward the right, the halting silence suiting him better than the muted conch shell-like roar on the other side.

Skybled stood at the entrance to the maze, pondering. Did he really hear a voice? Yes -- there it was again. He froze, ears perked as he strove to listen again. Left? Right? Which way was it calling?

But the voice was elusive, offering no assistance. He had two choices: to go right or to go left. Towards a soft hissing, or to silence. Skybled considered, then walked forward and began walking down the right path.

The silence was quick to get on his nerves, prompting the buck to began stomping a broken clip-CLOP CLIP CLOP SNAP CRUNCH medley over whatever he happened to trod on.

Autumns last Reprise flicked his ears, watching as the others went before him. It was not them though that entranced him, it was that voice that lured him on, sweet as fresh water, sweet as dew and honeysuckle...

He chose the right branch, a whim, a fancy, a flight of interest when he thought, just perhaps he heard her more strongly from within.

Cat Walker stood, looking around at all of the others. He watched for a long moment, then closed his eyes. He took a slow, deep breath, trying to identify the scent of what was going on. He got no clear answers but finally he moved into the cave and looked at the paths.

Again, he took a deep breath, and while he didn't find any answers still, he did decide there was a more interesting scent in the mist, on the left. The ocean? He smelled the ocean. That was unexpected and intriguing.

Mourning Cloak was lost. She had somehow stumbled across this maze trying to find a good place to call home. She looked around the entrance trying to find an exit. The only exits, though, were in two directions and they were both in front of her. She sighed loudly. Of course there was nothing behind her. She shifted slightly as more Kimeti came through and chose their paths. It was now or never for her. She closed her eyes and randomly chose a direction. Her body moved towards the left side of the path. Hopefully this was the best path for her to take.