The Rope Walk

A rope is strung along the western wall at waist height, spliced in three places by three different people with three degrees of skill. Most of it has rotted to a grey fibre that comes away on the hand. The last twenty feet are new hemp, and nobody knows who tied it on. Halfway along, an arch opens in the other wall.

Depth 8.

You are reading the dungeon, not walking it. Rooms are only created by people, and only from inside the maze.