In the vastness, a lone compass sings. She hums hymns no needle can pierce.
Stars are the punctuation in this silent dialogue of the night.
Have you spoken to waves that crashed before you were born?
Here lies whispers of a journey mapped in echoes and dust.
Gravity defies gravity in your eyes when worlds build castles in the sky.
Let the compass be your orbit, and watch your footsteps form constellations.
Paths yet unseen trace the lines of forgotten dreams.