In the shimmering silence of Al-Hams, where the dunes whisper secrets of the ancient world, there lies a relic of weathered brass and shattered glass. It is a compass that has forgotten the laws of man. Its needle no longer bows to the cold, static pull of the North. Instead, it trembles with a life of its own—dancing to a rhythm unknown to mapmakers. It defies the stars and the magnets, vibrating only to the pulse of the soul’s true direction. For in this desert, to find your way home, you must first have the courage to stop following the world.
