". . . In that Empire,

the Art of Cartography

attained such Perfection

that the map of a single

Province occupied the

entirety of a City,

and the map of the Empire,

the entirety of a Province.

In time, those Unconscionable

Maps no longer satisfied,

and the Cartographers Guilds

struck a Map of the Empire

whose size

was that of the Empire,

and which coincided point

for point with it.

The following Generations,

who were not so fond of the

Study of Cartography as

their Forebears had been,

saw that that vast map was

Useless, and not without some

Pitilessness was it,

that they delivered it up to

the Inclemencies of Sun

and Winters.

In the Deserts of the West,

still today, there are Tattered

Ruins of that Map,

inhabited by Animals and Beggars;

in all the Land there is no other

Relic of the Disciplines of Geography."