The terrain beyond the edge of the map.
Open tundra, silence of untracked snow, faint trace of red thread disappearing into the white.
Motifs
◫The Inherited Maps
〰The Red Thread
▲The Wolves
Figures
The Cartographer
The Compass
For years, true north was whatever direction kept the room quiet.
A needle pulled toward what was demanded of you rather than true north.
Notes
- You do not need a visa to enter country that has never been surveyed.