I rest for a while. Now is time to get up and try once again to find an exit. Walking and looking for markings on the walls, a stain, a scratch, a spider web I haven’t seen yet. Nothing. Perfect walls, untouched. I examine one of them looking for imperfections. Nothing. The maze looks like a work from Nature itself, a little trap created by the forces that rule the universe so they can have fun watching vermin like me struggling for a little bit of sunlight. I walk ten more steps ahead. Crossroads. Left. Twenty steps. Fork. Right. One hundred steps. Two hundred. Five hundred. I can’t count it anymore. Crossroads again. Or is it the same from before?…