Helice

Through the never-ending spiral twists, you spot a girl. Her brown hair seems to intertwine with the spirals, flowing around her with grace. She appears to be writing in a book, a thick tome filled with yellowed pages. She looks up when she sees you, as if she was expecting you. Hello. She poises her pen above the page anew, ready to write. What brings you here? Nobody who is truly sure about themself ever comes here, you know.