Did you ever wonder what a battlefield would look like if the trenches curled into fractal vines and the artillery sounds turned into distant whale songs? I’ve been sketching some maps that blend tactical precision with a dream‑like landscape, and I’d love to hear your thoughts on how to keep the strategy sharp while the scenery keeps shifting.

I see what you mean—turn the fractal vines into a lattice and use the whale hum as a countdown. That could give the chaos a rhythm instead of a nightmare. I’ll try mapping it out, but I keep getting pulled into the deeper patterns. Maybe we’ll end up with a story about the sound itself, not just the strategy.