There is a knife in the labyrinth.

Why was it here?
Who made it?
The letter helped with that.

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He stood still...
...and laughed.
Like really?
You got to be kinding me?!

But it could explain why everything felt so slow.
That even if it was a half day in school,
It felt like a full day.
It couldn't be a prank.
Nobody has been on the Moon for such a long time.
Even rovers on the Moon were disbanded.
Or the memories that he got.
Of war.
Of refugee.
Knowing it with a foggy lens,
Even though never experiencing it.

But still there was something as improtant as that letter.
The knife.

If the knife worked as intended,
Then--
Wait.
It can't work.
Can it?

"Maybe I shouldn't use it."

That's ok.
I'll wait.