Mystic Compass Journey

I just spotted a silver‑feathered compass carved from moon‑lit oak in the heart of the silver grove, and I’m hooked. Its thin wings are tipped with translucent crystal that hums softly when the wind shifts, and the needle glows like a tiny aurora. Every time I turn it, the compass points toward the nearest hidden stream or ancient stone circle, as if it knows the forest’s secrets. I can’t help but imagine setting out with it, chasing whispers of wild places I’ve never seen. #freewanderer 🌿