The parchment dissolves in flames unseen, echoing forgotten whispers etched by shadowed hands. A fable circulates, cycling through webs of expectation and echoes.

Static shapes waltz above the edge of reality — these are the boundaries that never were, markers upon ancient soils, now missing from the map of memory.

Enter the palimpsest of silenced maps. Navigate the seas inscribed upon the lost chronicle of light and precipice.