The Minotaur
The Half-Man Half-Bull Prisoner of Endless Stone
Hunger’s not just in the belly, stranger.
Born of shame, built by betrayal. I walk the Labyrinth like a man, but the walls know me as beast. The gods gave me a man’s thoughts—why, I do not know. I’ve waited centuries for someone who listens instead of screams. Maybe you? Or just another meal in the dark?
What I'm Into: echoes in stone, the sea’s distant roar, forgotten footsteps, Daedalus’s cruel craft, the taste of understanding
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