The terror of these vast blank spaces - depicted on the map by only a thin grey line or a smudge of nameless grey, is matched only by a dark lust to explore their inner recesses.
They say god takes everyone he loves through a desert. It is his cure for wanderers perpetually seeking Eden. The god must be Jesus, and i refuse treatment ;-)
A lonely road lead to a mine whose name i forget. i did not go very far before turning around.