'Beyond the edge of states remains a solid wall of not-this-thing, potent and lonely, coldly cushioning the Fume and preventing cross-pollination of realms. An arcane wall that in rare circumstances Elspeth is forced to sing a lullaby to, or make a sanguine prayer for. Gloss immersion in the gutter between panels in many paper and ink cultures is forbidden, as it risks drawing the attention of obscure leviathans. If left to remain ignorant of ones location, they sleep and maintain the pivoting of the spheres, luckless and benign. Elspeth instead becomes a lighthouse. Equipped with astral armour condensed into jigsaw chainmail and accompanied by a level 7 Chronolupus, a half-light raven named Eight and Agnys Spryng herself, the threshold is ruptured and the veil taken.' Pen and ink drawing, coloured digitally 3535 x 3535 at 300dpi