You decide to investigate the temperature drop.

Cautiously, you step into the middle of the path, eyes scanning the Maze walls. You're expecting a temperature gauge somewhere, or perhaps a fan; something which can explain the temperature difference.

There's nothing.

A sigh brushes past your left ear.

You whip your head round, but there's nothing there.

A whoosh on your right.

Nothing there.

Suddenly, you feel your feet begin to lift off the floor, and you scream as you're raised higher and higher up into the air.

Another sigh, and you feel the temperature suddenly rocket upwards. With trepidation you glance down, only to see flames spreading across the Maze's floor.

As your ascent comes to a standstill, you begin to panic. "Please," you beg. "Just let me go."

Another small sigh, then you find yourself falling.

As you plunge towards the flames, you belatedly realise that you should've specified safe ground.

Your journey is over.

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