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, permanently.
Your sightline moves with you and vanishes when you leave — telescopes fix a view for good.
A 1000×1000 descent through Hell — nine circles, each worse than the last.
Warmth fades as you wander a frozen tundra. Your fox can hop clean over a wall.