Maps are little constellations drawn on paper, showing roads and battles, but they also glow with the places we wish to wander. On one hand, a map gives coordinates, the way to a goal, a plan. On the other, it can feel like a portal, a sheet of night sky where the stars are towns, rivers are rivers of moonlight. When I trace a path I can hear the echo of my own steps and, in the quiet, I can dream of places I’ve never been. So a map can be both a weapon and a dream, a guide that still carries a secret map of the heart.