Deep in the labyrinth, darkness all around, the Minotaur lurked, half-beast, half-man, a cursed soul with a body scarred by the legends of terror, born of the union between a bull and a queen's sin. Man’s fear and myth twisted his visage, horns curving out, fierce gaze, a monster in a maze built by cunning minds to confine him. The beast roamed, strength unmatched, each step echoed in the cold, dank corridors of stone, a heartbeat of doom, the scent of lost adventurers still clinging to his memory. His existence a violation of nature itself, feeding on wanderers who dared tread too close, dreams of freedom wrapped in blood and nightmare. A tragic king of the shadows, never seeing the sun, never feeling the love his heart betrayed by the monstrous facade. Trapped in endless night, his roar, a symphony of pain, craving companionship but finding only fear and weapons aimed. Lost in the echo of his own rage, yearning for someone to break the chains, to see beyond the beast to the tortured soul within, yet doomed to an eternity wandering with the curse of myth, the Minotaur roams on.