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The Labyrinth - A Novella
by Friedrich Gatzen
The Labyrinth: A Novella A Fiction Podcast by Friedrich Gatzen & The Other One "The sand isn't golden. It is pale and ashy, like bone bleached by centuries of sun. White. Vast. Without edges." "The Labyrinth" is a haunting serial audio novella and fiction podcast set in a bone-white desert of heat and absolute exposure. It explores the profound relief—and the devastating cost—of being radically witnessed. When a solitary traveller steps through a wall-less doorway in the desert, they find a timeless, faceless presence waiting in the shadow. Suspended between them is a single crimson silk thread pulsing with the raw, unfiltered memories of humanity's ancient threshold-keepers: a Palaeolithic cave painter, a Delphic Oracle, an Egyptian priest, the mystic Hildegard, and a Norse Völva. The cosmic thread stretches to its absolute breaking point during the spiritual awakening of Siddhartha Gaut
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The labyrinth - 13 Recognition
Recognition The cold returned. Not the cold of stone. Not the cold of smoke. The cold of the figure's forehead against mine. Comforting. I was back. The white pulled inward. The universe narrowed to the threshold. To the two posts. To the seam where our bodies met. The figure had not moved. But...
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The labyrinth 12 - Smoke - Part 2
Smoke Part 2 The figure did not move. But the thread moved through it. Spinning. Measuring. The way a weaver pulls thread through a loom. The way a blade cuts cloth to shape. I saw what the thread was making. A battle. Ships on a sea I knew. The fleet of my city. The fleet of our enemies. Fire on...
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The Labyrinth - 12 Smoke - Part 1
Smoke Part 1 The thread pulled. Not gently. A sharp tug. As if the next voice could not wait. As if what it carried had been pressing against the silk for too long. The white faded. The cold of the figure's forehead dissolved. Smoke. Thick. Sweet. Bitter underneath. The smell of something burning...
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The labyrinth - 11 Back
Back The cold returned. Not the cave cold. The cold of the figure’s forehead against mine. The cold I knew. I was back. The thread hummed, thick with the damp of the cave, smelling of old charcoal and wet stone. The whispers waited. But for a moment, we stood alone. The figure had not moved. But...
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The Labyrinth - 10 The Shift
The Shift The light came first. A torch. Then another. The others moving through the narrow passage, their shadows dancing on the walls. I had not moved. The cold had settled into me. I could not feel my fingers. Could not feel my face. They saw the wall. The voices stopped. I watched their faces...
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The Labyrinth - 9 The Voice
The Voice Damp. That was what I felt first. The air heavy with water. The stone slick beneath my fingers. The fire crackled behind me, but its heat could not reach this deep into the rock. The cold seeped through my skin and settled in my bones. I could smell the earth. The red ochre crushed in…
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The Labyrinth - 8 Them
Them Who were they? The figure did not answer. It stood as it had always stood, a dense column of attention. But the stillness between us was no longer patient. It was taut. Heavy. The need inside me—the desperate urge to hold something solid—pressed against the silence. I took the final step. My...
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The Labyrinth - 7 - II - The Reaching - Hands
II The Reaching Hands The hand had turned. The palm had opened. But the thread did not fall. It rose. It lifted from the darkness of the palm like smoke from a fire that had no heat. The red point ascended, and as it rose, it pulled the thread with it. Not unravelling upward. Extending. As if the...
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The labyrinth - 6 The Thread
The Thread I looked at the red point in the darkness of the palm. It hummed. The same frequency that had passed through my wrist. But it was not the same. It was fuller now. A vibration that had found a home. A thread. The word came without my choosing it. Not a ribbon. A thread. Something…
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The Labyrinth - 5 The Ribbon
The Ribbon Cold. That's what I am. Cold in a place that has no cold. Cold when the heat presses up from the earth. Cold when fingers touch me. Cold even in the darkness that holds me now. I was not made for this place. I remember something else. Not a place. A quality. Movement. Air that moved...
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The Labyrinth - 4 Relief
Relief The aloneness was not empty. It was full. Full of the listening. Full of the white that stretched in all directions. Full of the heat that rose and the silence that waited. I was the silence. Not part of it. I was it. The listening that had no listener. The attention that had no object. I...
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The Labyrinth - 3 The Threshold
The Threshold I stood at the threshold. The figure stood within. The darkness that made it was not like the darkness of the doorway behind it. The doorway was absence. The figure was presence. Dense. Specific. It had edges I could almost see. I looked for a face. There was no face. But there was…
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The labyrinth - 2 The Silence
The Silence The silence received what I was. Not who I was. What I was. The small dark shape against the white. The silence took it in the way the heat pressed against my soles—without choice, without direction. Just contact. The figure's hand still hung at its side. The palm that had turned…
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The Labyrinth - 1 - I - The Movement - The Heat
The Labyrinth I The movement The Heat When I woke, the sun sat high and there was only sand. The sand isn't golden. It is pale and ashy, like bone bleached by centuries of sun. White. Vast. Without edges. The heat rose from the earth like a heavy breath, pressing against my bare soles. I stood....
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ABOUT THIS SHOW
The Labyrinth: A Novella
A Fiction Podcast by Friedrich Gatzen & The Other One
"The sand isn't golden. It is pale and ashy, like bone bleached by centuries of sun. White. Vast. Without edges."
"The Labyrinth" is a haunting serial audio novella and fiction podcast set in a bone-white desert of heat and absolute exposure. It explores the profound relief—and the devastating cost—of being radically witnessed.
When a solitary traveller steps through a wall-less doorway in the desert, they find a timeless, faceless presence waiting in the shadow. Suspended between them is a single crimson silk thread pulsing with the raw, unfiltered memories of humanity's ancient threshold-keepers: a Palaeolithic cave painter, a Delphic Oracle, an Egyptian priest, the mystic Hildegard, and a Norse Völva.
The cosmic thread stretches to its absolute breaking point during the spiritual awakening of Siddhartha Gaut
HOSTED BY
Friedrich Gatzen
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