You sit in the stillness of the clearing, closing your eyes to let the memories flow. The compass rests in your lap, glowing faintly, as if it, too, remembers. Images begin to surface—fragments of your journey so far and echoes of paths once taken.
The past is not a chain but a guide, its lessons woven into your spirit. You see the moments of decision, the times you stumbled, and the times you soared. A soft voice whispers within:
“The past is not a prison. It is a mirror. Look closely, and you will see the truth of who you are.”
The compass pulses, offering clarity as you dive deeper into the moments that have shaped your path.
What aspect of the past will you focus on?