The original. Only a radius around you is ever visible — navigate the fog by memory.
Your torch burns down as you walk. Tablets light the way — but wake the sand behind you.
No fog radius — only the beacons you light stay charted.
You always see straight down open corridors — telescopes fix a sightline for good.
Warmth fades as you wander a frozen tundra. Your fox can hop clean over a wall.
One reef clan blocks your only way out — court their favor with tribute.