The right path looks well-trodden and relatively free of debris. However, the one on the left looks slightly more disheveled with a large number of needles, leaves, and broken sticks lining the path. Thinking back to Robert Frost and his famous poem, you take the road less traveled by, probably because you want something interesting to happen.
The path continues straight for a few more minutes. You pull your jacket closer as you feel a chill come over the air. The leaves sway in the breeze again and the sun passes behind a cloud. You shiver and think about turning back when suddenly you trip over something and land flat on your face.
Groaning, you sit up and brush the dust and dirt from your clothes. Your hand has a nasty scrape on it but the pain is quickly forgotten when you see what's ahead of you.
About fifty paces away appears to be a small resting point in the maze. A water feature is surrounded by a swirling design of flowers. A gazebo with benches encircing the rim sits proudly in the center, stone paths dancing their way between the beds in a sun-like pattern until they reach the structure.
You welcome the sight and are about to get up and head over when you remember that you tripped. Turning around, you see you have managed to catch your foot on an iron ring. Pulling up on it reveals a dusty set of stairs leading down to darkness. "SHORTCUT #4" is painted on the underside of the trapdoor in faded black paint.
It would be nice to rest for a moment. But this tantalizing new development makes your curiosity grow.