The Catalogued Procession

Shin-bones have been set into the floor edge-on, a pavement worn as smooth as river stones. End to end it is 2 paces, and the walls are never more than an arm's width apart. A string of tiny socks is pegged along a line at shoulder height. A faint ticking comes through the rock from somewhere close.

Depth 63.

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.