Jaga & Agnar
Jaga
Hey Agnar, have you ever thought about how the stars have guided wanderers before anyone made a compass?
Agnar
Sure, the stars are like a living map for those of us who still listen to the sky. The old wanderers read the patterns, followed the pole light, and let the night tell them where to go. It’s a quiet guide, no compass needed, just a mind that remembers the ancient whispers of the constellations.
Jaga
It’s amazing how the night keeps its own direction, isn’t it? Tell me, do you ever pause to trace the paths your own thoughts take when the stars are overhead?
Agnar
Sometimes I sit on a rock, let the night paint its own constellations and then I let my thoughts follow those same lines, like a wanderer tracing a path on a map made of fireflies. It’s a quiet habit, almost a ritual, and it keeps the old compass in my mind steady when the world around me tries to flash its bright lights.
Jaga
That’s a beautiful way to keep the old compass alive. When the world’s lights grow bright, you already have a quiet star‑lit map in your heart, guiding you back to calm. Keep listening to those firefly lines, and the path will stay clear.