Transcript S1 E10: Zoron Narrator M: It is extremely late at night.  Narrator S: Or extremely early in the morning, who can say? Well, Felix probably could.  M: The Ship is moving slow, and Merlin is on the control deck, poring over some continuous-feed paper spools by the dim light of a fold-safe lamp, drinking…

Transcript S1 E09: Kinship Narrator X: Astride bocular hosses, riders canter through the weird streets of an underfold city.  [A rhythmic baseline. Mechanical squeals. Crowded urban ambience.]  Narrator S: Our riders trot through bustling clangorous avenues shrouded in the eternal dark fog of the Fold, but warmly lit by the pulsing, flickering, gently erratic fluctuations…

Transcript S1 E08: Relay Narrator S: A vast jet-black ocean of cosmic darkness spans before you. [Mysterious music.] Ink-dark waves of liquid fog stretch in every direction, horizon to horizon, rolling with a languid sheen, kinda like that drifting film that forms between oil and water where they meet.  Narrator M: This oceanic membrane, this…