At last the sky.   Was this the end?  Did we make it.  There was a glowing haze among the air and sky.  It was if as the colors of my dreams slowly rained down on reality.    There were butterflies made of fire fluttering by.  All we could do is walk forward.  Through the haze we walked on through.  The more steps we took the brighter the haze got.  There was now no ground beneath us. Every step we took left behind ripples of blue light.  The stars were now around us.  Feathers made of sunlight were fallen around us.  And then we heard a strange song.  There were Angels every where!  All of them holding strange instruments.  They created a sound like no other.   We were lost in this song of the angels.  But these were no angels!  They were previous heroes lost in the maze!  Lost in this wicked haze!  Turns out we are halfway through the maze! We most go on!