The darkness ever deepens. As you stumble your way through the shadows of the earth and stone, the tunnel widens into a small room, circular in shape, orbiting around a well. The sides come up to your waist, and the chamber smells of slime and mildew. Deep below, you can hear the rumbling of rushing water, an underground aqueduct spanning a vast distance with an access right here in the labyrinth. You wonder for a moment where it came from, and where it leads.

The floor around the well is littered with copper and silver coins, concentrated around the base of the well. It seems to be a supposed wishing well, and some people's change was less truly aimed. You wonder what made them think it was a wishing well, beyond just wishful thinking. There are no carvings in the room, so signs or labels, and in fact no other items but the well and the coins. At the very least, if it's not a wishing well, all you'll have lost is another traveler's coin.

You bend down and pick up a silver coin, turning it over in your hand thoughtgully. One one side is stamped the face of an eagle, and on the other the body of a lion. The weight tells you it is pure silver, not one of the alloy coins they mint now. It certainly would have some value if you took it home with you. Of course, what good would a coin do if the End is inevitable?

You mount it on your thumb and fling it into the well, listening to it fall for a moment before splashing in the water below. You concentrate your heart and soul, every thought, on your deepest wish, begging for it be true. Nothing seems to change.

Despite knowing this was most likely what would happen, you are still disappointed. You turn away from the well, and continue on your journey.