You are in The Observatory.
Ground you have walked is named. The rest is drawn but unnamed — it is waiting, not missing, and nothing is required of you to find it.
Every realm is named here, and its rooms fold open beneath it. The mark beside a name says which ground you have already walked.
Every door stays where you left it. Esc folds the map.
The bridge's window on the merchant account — profile, products, prices, links, sessions, events, balance, charges, and customers behind the privacy stripe: ids and dates only, names and emails die in code.