The deeper she went, the clearer became the sense that the place had reasons. It was not benevolent exactly; it was deliberate. It rearranged desires. It rewarded courage in the same currency it punished carelessness. When a man tried to steal from the jar of darkness in the market, the darkness opened and showed him only his own unspoken sentences until he could no longer tell whether he had been the thief or the victim. When a woman asked too bluntly to be loved, the wire between her and the beloved tightened into a bell that rang every time she told the truth, and no one could sleep.