The Green Sump

A slow drip somewhere out of sight keeps time, patiently, with nothing. You are in a small chamber: 2 paces one way and 2 paces the other. It turns a corner partway across, so that part of it cannot be seen from the door. Someone laid stepping-stones across the flooded floor. One has tipped. There is a hollow sound behind the east wall, as though the stone were not solid.

Depth 8

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