The road onwards leads around and away from the great city at the centre of the desert, its brutal ruler deposed, its gateways open to those formerly outcast. The exiles from the cliff must complete their crossing of the great empty wastes of the desert into uncharted regions almost lost to living memory. There are fragments of the great map that suggest that green life returns again at the very end of the rocky plain, and that the earth fractures and tilts upwards to shape the solitary mythical fire mountain at the centre of creation – the place that calls even the unswerving wind to itself. The red cave within the mountain holds the promise of final answers, a redressing of the injustices of the past, and a conclusion to the years of searching.