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The Cartography

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Possibly the most uncanny of realms, the Cartography contains within it copies of the entire multiverse, including itself, shorn of the concept of time and encumbered by implacable hazards. Somewhere within this realm every separate instant of the entire multiverse is replicated at full scale, animate and inanimate laid out in complete detail with all the lifelessness of a chess set. Should you chance a visit, you must take extraordinary precautions even to survive.

You may find here the scene of your own birth, any fraction of an instant of it, and from that moment explore outwards through your world frozen at that point in time. Or you may find the scene of your death (as this visitor’s compatriot was incomprehensibly cursed to witness) or perhaps the lair of your enemy, the workshop of a future inventor, a key scene in your past or future with infinite leisure to explore and learn. But, infinitely more likely, your visits to this lamina will land you in only the most irrelevant slices of space and time.

Although the overworked and over-inspired will dream of the ability to stop time, and a handful claim to have attained this control, the passage of time is so deeply rooted in the experiences of sentient things that a world without time feels broken; the cold silence of things that should be breathing is uncanny. And despite a superficial appearance of normality, it is deathly dangerous here. Light, sound, warmth, and even breath do not follow their normal patterns, and many visitors lose their grasp and remain forever as frozen additions to the display.


The Cartography is unfathomably vast, and navigating it is both very straightforward and quite impossible. From within a given replica of a moment in time and space, known as a tableau, you may explore the geography of the world as normal: everything is laid out at one-to-one scale. But there is no obvious way to remain in the same location and move forwards or backwards in time, nor does there seem to be any way to move to a drastically different location while remaining at the same moment in time. Apertures from outside the laminaAfterworlds that are each aligned with a particular set of facets. The twenty-seven laminae are layered on top of our reality and interact with it in myriad ways.Turn to chapter connect to a range of tableau of course, and methods are known to attempt travel to a desired tableau, but only with terrible risk and unpredictability. Most journeys here lead to tableaux that are useless except for curiosity or perhaps meditation, and most often of all you will arrive in what appears to be an infinite primordial darkness.

It is not a pleasant place to linger. The first thing you will notice is that this realm is devastatingly cold. Unprotected, you will succumb in minutes from a cold shock worse than being plunged into an icy lake: rapid breathing, panic, muscle incapacitation, and failure of the heart. Touching an object with bare skin will result immediate frostbite. Encumbrous physical protection will work for a time, but more exotic approaches are needed.

Beyond the cold there are several unusual properties here. There is no sound possible at all except for the faintest of mufflings audible with your ear pressed against something. Even shouting in another’s ear only generates a drawn-out murmur. Scents, too, are faint, and frozen in the air: you may just barely smell the smoke of a newly lit fire when next to the fire itself, but it will not travel far, unless the fire was lit sufficiently long ago that the smell would have already traveled that distance.

More unsettlingly, the movement of light itself slows to a crawl. When holding your arm out, there is about a second’s delay before your eyes detect any movements your hand makes, but of course the part of your arm closer to you appears to move more quickly, so the result of sweeping your arm to the side is a distorted gradual motion from your shoulder outwards. Of course, since nothing in the environment moves this only mildly disorienting when alone, but in the presence of other visitors, this effect combines with the absence of sound to sculpt a claustrophobic experience where you can never trust your senses.1

The sense of touch is unusual too, and even more so the inertia of all matter. Everything in the environment of any substance at all is firm as diamond, completely immovable and invulnerable. You cannot kick so much as a pebble, and water is solid as metal. Lighter objects yield just barely: you can, with enough force to bend metal, nudge a feather that was floating in the air, and wherever you managed to move it to, it would continue to remain suspended there. If you succeeded in moving the feather to inside your pocket, it would be very hard to walk away, as it would tear the pocket loose from your clothing and remain where it was in space.

Though clear air and gaseous forms don’t resist movement, clear air is rare. A dusty room must be waded through as if through a sea of floating needlepoints. That dust, as well as water droplets from fog or even pollen, all accumulate on clothing and hair and in the lungs and will increasingly bog you down. This can be fatal!

A peculiar inversion results here. Water, quicksand, and lava alike are gracious, harmless terra firma, while grass is a nightmarish field of metal thorns, snapping and knifing underfoot. Worse yet, a splinter of grass lodged in boot or flesh maintains its impossible inertia, practically trapping itself there. An unlucky configuration of three such splinters buried deep out of sight in this visitor’s left foot nearly caused her to spend much longer than she would have preferred in an otherwise pastoral mountaintop tableau.

The greatest hazard of all is cumulative: each of these physical constraintsthe cold, the muffle of sound and scent, the slow movement of light, the weight of all substanceslowly worsens the longer you spend in the Cartography. Though the exact parameters are unclear, to a newly-arrived visitor another visitor already there for only hours may appear to be moving with twice the difficulty and be even slower to react to change. Attempts to aid someone in that state must overpower the increased resistance the victim is facing. Of course, remain for long enough and the tourist becomes a permanent resident, as immobile as the rest of the scene.

Visitors sealed into a tableau, artifacts left behind, or any successful attempts to move or bend lighter objects are the only known scenarios in which the state of things in this lamina may not be true to the outside multiverse. Though it is an unlikely scenario given the infinite spread of space and time represented here, this fact provides a tiny seed of doubt behind the assumption that a tableau accurately reflects a real happening.

Lastly, you have read that this realm contains even itself. What does that mean? This has been experimentally proven: tableaux have been found depicting the Cartography, that is to say, tableaux containing visiting explorers, and even, in one tragic recorded case, a tableau of an explorer finding a tableau containing visiting explorers, which will be discussed shortly.

Culture & Paradigm

Nothing is known about any petitionersSouls of the dead that have re-manifested on the most well-suited lamina, where they perfect and reshape themselves while carrying out pursuits in accordance with that lamina's principles.Turn to chapter who make the Cartography their final residence. Visitors have reported beings sighted from a distance: slender figures with iridescent flesh wrapped in cloaks, carefully inspecting some detail of a tableau. Unencumbered by the oppressive nature of the lamina, they are swifter than any visitor and gently depart when sighted. Whether they are petitioners at all however, or instead native laminalsLaminals are beings that natively reside on the laminae but which are not manifestations of mortal souls. 'Laminal' can also be used to indicate anything relating to, stemming from, or residing on the laminae.Turn to chapter or otherworldly guests, is unknown.

Among those few scholars, mercenaries, and obsessives familiar with this lamina a small and wildly dangerous cottage industry has sprung up, alongside a certain camaraderie. The Cartography is something of a holy grail that, if tamed, would hold untold promise. It is reminiscent of that fable of the near-infinite library that contains all possible books of a certain size, which are mostly indecipherable but must by necessity have among their member all past and future books, some of great knowledge and power, only with no reliable way to find them.

The case of the Cartography, however, is more tantalizing, since some methods hold promise of guiding you closer to a desired moment. Once the desired tableau has been reached, especially if this was achieved with a permanent aperture that lets visitors come and go as they please to avoid the gradual burden of the place, it can be explored with none of the hazards of the original location. Enemy defenses or the location of powerful relics in a hostile environment could be explored and mapped out at leisure. One could also travel to places normally inaccessible. With a suit fashioned from lotus leaves or shark skin adventurers have found ways to swim through fog, and with a large kind of solid snowshoe you can walk on clouds if you keep moving. Lava is lukewarm to the touch and completely solid, traps are never sprung, defenses hang helplessly in the air, and treacherous paths never crumble.

[This chapter has not yet been fully translated. Please turn to the InevitabilityAn otherwise-empty wasteland graced by the exuberant and chaotic Procession in which Unravellers joyously manifest the forces of entropy, that universal and implacable slide from order into disorder. Troupes each pursue their own flavors of entropy: rotting food, aging, combustion, romantic miscommunication, broken furniture, political dissolution, and myriad others.Turn to chapter, the BloomA dazzling and hideous jungle in which everything blossoms and transforms and regenerates unpredictably. To its children, the Florets, it is a paradise garden for endless play within the forgiving embrace of their Mother.Turn to chapter, or the the UnfoldingArtists and engineers that have architected all of the most famous constructions in existence, original copies of which fill archipelagos that spread across the Glass Ocean, where the enormous automaton wind shifters interlock and glide across empty waters.Turn to chapter for completed chapters. Recent additions can be found in the Translation Log.]



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