She walks hesitantly on the white line. Suddenly it stops. She is confused but continues, finally finding her way to the center. Eventually she discovers that if you walk between the lines, you can't get lost. She walks it again. Alone. Independant. In her hand she holds a small shell to put in the bowl with water in the center. It carries a wish or a thought. She walks the Labyrinth once, twice, three times... no, countless times. She follows the path. She knows it by heart. She is in her own world. * The Trojanborg: a laybrinth with one path to the center, returning the same way, was set out at the Celtic festival
* the Trojanborg, a one-path labyrinth, plotted at the Keltfest
