When the sky began to peel off like dried oil paint, and falling fragments compressed life into two-dimensional silhouettes, Adrian, the star mapper whose eyes were blinded by the forbidden starlight, "saw" an even more terrifying truth - the high-hanging moon was split into two along geometric cracks, staring at him like a giant eye. In this "karmic instant" Westworld where good and evil instantly trigger thunder or gold coins, each of his mappings inadvertently punctures the fragile barrier that sustains reality. He must draw a map to the legendary land before the completely collapsed sky falls, but finds that the end of his pursuit is to choose the ending of the world with his own hands: to restart the moral cage that imprisons all living beings, or to embrace the destructive freedom of ancient chaos?
