The cartographer's tryst was an event much talked about in ancient colloquials, a curious blend of historical fiction and awe. It is said that maps held the keys to lands made of whisper and echo, as much a dream as a reality.
In hushed tones, scholars speculated about the tripoints on maps where realities blurred. Places where the boundaries of known realms melted into stories of forgotten empires. Each mark on the map signifies not merely a location but an encounter with the ethereal.
Details of these maps were encrypted in myth, a tapestry woven from explorers' whispers. Symbols etched and lines drawn under midnight ink held secrets decipherable only to those willing to lose themselves in the pages of yore.
In tracing these lines, cartographers wove their own destinies, engaging in a dance that spun time backwards and forwards. The tryst was their gathering, a symposium within which these esoteric maps were not merely studied, but lived.