In the land of imagined cartography, shadows carve their paths with the utmost precision. Although guidance is absent, humor finds its home in the void left behind. Our silhouette map excels at pointing nowhere in particular while using an accent of jazz hands for emphasis.
Have you ever wondered why maps don't speak to us? Cartographers are just introverted, ancient whisperers, really. They mark "X" happily, knowing nobody ever planned to visit anyway.
As an explorer of spaces imagined, never leave without your trusty invisible compass. It always points eastish, unless, of course, it's feeling particularly westish that day. Silly thing.
A leap onto these pages starts a journey through the tapestry unraveled, a silent guide whose subtle hilarity tickles the very foundation of navigation itself.