The Broken Bench

A stone bench runs along one wall and has cracked clean through in the middle, both halves sagging toward the break. It has been sat on since it broke — the two ends are polished and the middle is not. Under it, swept there by somebody tidy, is a small heap of buttons and buckle-tongues. A way leaves to the east, into rock nobody has written down.

Depth 9.

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