You find yourself in a place you have not been before: high walls, secluded alcoves, looping pathways, ominous figures, strange detours, neglected corners, hidden passageways, and elaborate, inscrutable tableaux, encountered suddenly in the midst of seemingly nothing in particular at all. You feel a vague unease, one which lingers quietly, in the back of your mind, long after you leave.

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