Gustave's thought had been similar though he'd chosen to hug the right wall through the maze. His fingers brushed the foliage as he walked, trying to keep his bearings as he was dwarfed by the hedge walls that almost seemed to stretch up into the night sky. It was almost pretty in the way the Continent had been, wild and surreal, as if the world itself was dreaming, impossible things coming to life right in front of their eyes.

This wasn't a dream — it didn't feel like one. All Gustave felt was this oppressive darkness accompanied by the somber sobs of a woman deeper in the twisting maze. "Can you hear me?" There was no way for him to know the wailing wasn't a person as he pressed on, brow knit in concern as he wove through the hedges, chasing the sound.

"Lune?"

That hadn't been the sight he expected, not this deep in the maze, not as he was following the disembodied cries of some unseen mourner off the path he had told himself to follow. "Who are — Made it?" Gustave looked, but there was no one else here. Maybe he was hallucinating all of this. Maybe this all was... No. He swallowed hard and kept himself from walking down that path. "Who are you talking to?"