The inside of the house is dripping with stale water. Every surface is moldy and covered in black spores. Mushrooms sprout from the rotten wood and floorboards have warped until the naked earth is visible below. When you turn, the doorway is gone and you are alone and trapped within the dark, dank world of decay.

Once more, you feel the urge to divide, to simply allow your external walls to crumble and to lose your dimensions. It crosses your mind how far you could spread upon the wind, like the spores of the fungus here. Something here, some haunting force, some ghost of the past, wants you to collapse into a cloud of dust. You are torn. Perhaps the answer to this maze is to abandon your physical form, perhaps it is the only way to your goal, or perhaps it is in your willpower, your fortitude, your cognitive strength to stay whole.