DESOLATION A-Z

"The world bleeds through my maps in ways my master never warned me about. I've sketched the towering factory spires of Praga, traced the blood-soaked battlefields of Hell with shaking hands, and charted the nomad walkers' paths across the endless Sand. Each night in my airship bunk, I scrub orange sap and mud from beneath my fingernails, evidence of all I've documented. But it's the Kiruna mines that haunt my dreams most - those endless shafts where clone workers descend, their eyes already empty as if they know some won't return. When Mina and I fly above it all, the patterns become clear: we're mapping not just places, but humanity's desperate struggle to survive its own broken legacy. Master Marek says a cartographer must be impartial, but how can one remain unmoved when the very land writhes beneath your pen?"

• INX-394 "Inks," Apprentice Cartographer, Handelstaat Guild,
  Day 17 of The Mist, 124 AP