“What do you mean, ‘help’?” Sarah asks, suspended in the dark by a hundred grasping fingers. “We are Helping Hands,” they reply, as if that explains everything. And maybe it does. Because while they do catch her, they also question her, interrupt her, and chatter over one another—each hand convinced it knows best.
When they ask, “Which way?” and she replies, “Down,” they answer only with release. No warning, no comfort. Just a freefall. It’s funny and unnerving all at once—and exactly the kind of moment that defines the Labyrinth.
This bracelet is your reminder that while it’s okay to listen, you don’t have to follow. Other voices may be loud, clever, even well-meaning—but the voice that matters most is the one you trust inside. Let them point. You decide.
