The flickering ley lines of Ephemeral Aeries shift with a cadence unmatched by earthly rotations. Each auroral line bisects the territory into ephemeral divisions.
The grid: A lattice of fantastical latitude and longitude, crafting a positioning schema that eludes and decorates.
Coordinates manifest untruths: 108 degrees, 39 minutes West, spiraling inward...
Ponderous is the task of scrawing the ephemeral rivers traversing through the Vanishing Vale.
The terrain itself is a snapshot shifted by celestial hands, altering the dynamic of our jigsaw assemblage.
Our labors manifest as energy fields: uncolored hills quietly sing beneath our steps. Perhaps topographical whisperings can lead another soul.