The people who know what’s happening are the ones standing there.
Other maps know where the buildings are. They don’t know the third floor is dead quiet after six, or that the queue’s been out the door since noon. Cite is built from the campus out: the canteen, the library, the gate, the road that floods.
Everything on it is put up by whoever was there, and everything leaves on its own once it can’t be true. That is the whole idea, and it started on the grounds its founders walk.