Editors’ note: We received this recording with the following message:
Dear editors,
I send you this dispatch from the Endless Ruin, which I have long wandered in search of elusive meaning. Having made a harrowing journey through the Onyx Arch, I find myself among moss-cloaked effigies, all gazing up toward the shrouded peaks of Ourea. It is my hope that they will guide me toward the Dreaming Pools, that occulted place of which I have heard the toads sing.
—Nameless Cartographer