The room is quiet. Maps are scattered across the floor, some showing coastlines that no longer exist, others showing cities that have not yet been built. The Cartographer looks up from a desk.
"You have come for the Atlas?"
They gesture to a book bound in light.
"I must warn you. These places are real, yet they are not. They are built of code and silence. I have gathered them from the 'Small Web'—that vast, quiet empire that exists beyond the high walls of the algorithmic feed."
"Here, we do not scroll. We wander. We do not consume. We inhabit."
"Are you ready to enter?"