Defuse?

The inside maze has walls created with slide shows of the  past and as I move forward, or what seems to be forward, I am bombarded with visions and audio replays from days gone by. The problem with these playbacks is that they cause my heart to pound so hard that the sense of inevitable doom spits and hisses its way through me like the long fuse slithering its lit flame closer and closer to the sticks of dynamite that are neatly and tightly wrapped together for greater impact and there is nothing to be done to stop this "self fulfilling prophecy of destruction".