Shortly after the dusk, when the sun has cast its last golden glow, reflections off the waters point a way to an entrance, the culvert. It is an unassuming stone arch, its mouth barely wide enough for a person to slip through. Step inside, and you might find a map hanging at the brim of reality:
The valley below is lined with peculiar stones that sing when the wind passes through them. Navir Hills peep over the valley's edge like old friends sharing secrets from across a river. Paths here twist unpredictably, leading travelers astray, only to guide them back when they’ve nearly lost hope. Do not trust the maps—trust your feet.
Discover the wayward pathsPerched upon jagged cliffs, the lightkeepers watch over restless waters. Known for their volatile tempers and fierce independence, they draw maps in the night skies instead of on parchment. Some say they can commune with the stars and make their light as bright as constellations.
Guide of the Night SkiesDark and dense, this forest swallows sound but spares whispers. Tall, ancient trees oversee clandestine gatherings of spirits known only to the brave or the mad. Stories of travelers meeting their spirit kin abound, though whether they be true is a matter of personal conviction.
Encounters in the DarkIn the shadows of these lands, where maps falter and stories grow, the echoes of time carve realities anew.
— Anonymous Cartographer