Mira, the shyest of the group, heard the faint cry of her mother’s lullaby, a sound she hadn’t heard since childhood. She followed it, each step shedding a layer of fear until she emerged at the center, breathless but unburdened. Outside the labyrinth, a narrow wooden beam stretched over a shallow stream that reflected the night sky. Above, constellations seemed to shift, forming patterns that matched the contestants’ own birth charts.