Look, the Worldsway Survey Group is a mess, but it’s a necessary one. We’re a coalition of people who shouldn’t even be in the same room, let alone the same reality: the dealers, those busybody skippers… and us, the still, here on Alpha-Earth.

Individually, we’re all missing something. The Skippers can move between worlds, but can’t stay. The Dealers have the keys to the doors, but can’t enter alone. And us? We’re stuck on this side, but we’re the only ones who can make any of it stick. We struck a deal to map the Seams—those endless, jagged Sub-Dimensions tearing through the Cosmos—because if we don’t record them, they don’t exist… we think.

That uncertainty’s why we’re doing this, and this Codex is our ledger.

Whatever faction you belong— will belong to, welcome to the job.

Don’t break anything.