The compass vibrates softly in your hand, its needle glowing as it points toward a barely visible path on the far side of the clearing. The trees seem to part, inviting you forward. The air is heavy with anticipation, as though the forest itself is waiting for you to take the next step.
As you move, the compass’s glow intensifies, pulsing with a rhythm that feels like a heartbeat. The path ahead twists and turns, leading you deeper into the unknown. A faint hum surrounds you, growing louder with each step, resonating with the compass’s vibrations. A voice, almost a whisper, echoes in your mind:
“The compass does not lead—it reveals. Trust in its guidance, but remember, the choice is always yours.”
The path ahead begins to diverge, offering you new possibilities.
Where will you go?