The Sunken Culvert

The walls sweat, and the drips fall in a rhythm that is almost a tune. From one end to the other is 7 paces, too narrow to pass anyone in. The passage smells of wet clay, and the floor is slippery with it. The air ahead is very still, and very cold.

Depth 51.

First charted by Wanderer #1.

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