The Going Down

The floor falls away south at a grade you would not want to take at speed, then levels and turns east as if it had thought better of it. Not all of it has: a rougher way carries on down, into rock nobody has written about. The walls are gouged along both sides at knee height where things were dragged down rather than carried. Someone has cut a single word into the stone at the lip, unhurried and deep: ON.

Depth 10.

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