Titans

The Titans did not guard the Maze.
They inhabited it, each fixed in a way of enduring what could not be resolved.

One sat and folded inward, conserving what little remained.
One stood, maintaining the shape expected of him.
One strained against collapse, holding the structure long past necessity.

They did not speak.
They did not look at him.

He understood that none of them were obstacles.
They were outcomes.