This isn't the most unusual sight you've come to find here, but it still catches you off guard. A beaten dirt path stretches onwards ahead of you. Twisting and forking every which way. Branching off in all sorts of directions. This is certainly par for the course, but for some reason it just feels... odd. In a way you can't articulate. 

You start down the path. First going to the North. When coming upon a fork, you turn East. On occasion when you feel brave, you even turn South. On and on it goes. It's so familiar, yet it nags at you that this isn't right. It feels wrong. It's not the same as it was before. 

You encounter odd sights here and there. Objects scattered about haphazardly. Odd characters that seem to speak in nonsensical riddles. Nothing unusual for you by this point, by what does it feel so wrong? North. East. South. You go on and on and on and on. Never ending. You think you may be going in circles. But wasn't this just a dead end? 

Not that that concerns you at all. These mazes have never made any real sense. So why is this any different? You wish you can understand what is nagging at you so strongly. Yet it continues. You carry on. The path forks ahead of you.