The Great Engine

An engine the size of a chapel fills the room, its beam lifted high into the dark and stopped at the top of its stroke. Brass gleams under a century of grease. Every so often, very faintly, something inside it ticks, as if it were counting down to the moment it moves again. Pacing it out gives 8 by 8, which makes it a great open hall. It doubles back at a right angle, as if the cutting had struck something it did not want to cross.

Depth 52.

First found by Wanderer #1.

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