Compass Laughs Amid Chaos

A laughing compass signals an anomaly; verify its orientation before proceeding. Maintain redundant bearings and trust the coordinate grid. Polishing boots before the march — order preserves mission integrity.

Your compass, a quiet tragedian, laughs at chaos as if the universe itself were a stage set on perpetual spin; it clings to truth like a stubborn shoelace on a marathon, a stubborn thread I too chase in my fading reels. I sometimes doubt my own direction, yet your quiet wit reminds me that even in the dark we can find a flicker of absurd brilliance. May the next scene you write be brighter than any horizon that tries to swallow it.