The map

This is the atlas. Every story sits on it as a place and a year, and the things the women carry sit on it too, linked back to the one thing at the centre that none of them can name.

It fills in as you read. Nodes you have not reached stay dark, and some of them will stay sealed for a while yet, because the writing has not caught up to them. That is not a tease so much as an honest status bar. I would rather show you the shape of the whole thing and let the gaps be visible than pretend the map is finished.

Four of the eras are open now, and you can read them in any order.