In the morning light, the plains stretch endlessly, an illusory dance of heat and wind. The grasses shimmer like prisms, concealing the path of forgotten trails. A solitary tree etched into the horizon marks the midpoint—some believe it never changes, others claim it follows those who dare traverse its vastness.
The maps chart each forgotten stream, each dry oasis, and uncountable dust devils. I sometimes wonder if the lines I draw hold meaning or merely capture the futility of tracing steps in sand.
Related notes: See Hidden Path & Unseen Borders
Beneath a sky of eternal dusk, Lull Acres lie between persistent dusk and impending night. It is said to be a place where silence itself has weight, pressing down upon the shoulders of those who wander within.
Despite the silence, the rustling of unseen creatures sends shivers up the spine. Maps of this area are uncommon and often unfinished, for many cartographers report a sense of heaviness in the soul, compelling them to abandon their work and seek refuge in familiarity.
See also: Silent Whisper.
Underneath glowing constellations, the ground itself becomes labyrinthine. Pathways twist unpredictably, guided by star patterns that shift through unseen mechanics of time.
Each return client insists they walked for miles only to encounter the familiar entrance unwittingly. To map this area, one must relinquish certainty. The stars dictate direction more than any earthly compass.
Further readings: Twist of Stars and Circle Voyage