"A few years ago, an ancient compass came into my keeping. At some point in time, its needle had rusted in place, she said. 'I was like that compass when you found me. I had finally established a safe place, a home, in Perunta. But the longer you remain still, the more rust starts to cover you, and underneath, you become fragile. And soon it hurts to move at all.”
— Nov 19, 2025 12:18PM
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