The Still Filter-Beds

Lime has grown down the walls in pale curtains, smooth as candle wax and just as cold. Pacing it out gives 7 by 7, which makes it a great open hall. Square pillars stand in ranks, and your light makes a slow clock of their shadows as you move. One of its ways in is a short arch, cut a pace deep through the rock. A hand-lettered sign warns that the beds are deeper than they look. A tally of days has been cut into a wet wall, and the last few marks are much deeper than the rest.

Depth 55.

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.