The darkness ever deepens. As you stumble your way through the shadows of the earth and stone, you find a small chamber only a few feet wider than the hallway. It forms a perfect square, and in the center is a ceiling hook with a lanturn dangling from it. It is dim, but lit, casting a dull orange flow over the room, barely illuminating the fringes of the halls beyond. It is weak, but present, and a welcome reprieve from the rest of the labyrinth you have explored.
You sit on the ground, resting you back against the wall, taking a few minutes to collect yourself. The labyrinth is deep, and your journey has been long. You cannot help but wonder how much farther you have to go, how many times you will get losts, how many times you will loose everything and start again. It feels like you may be stuck here forever.
The lanturn offers no answers. Instead you stand to your feet, and continue on your journey.