In a world of roads where signs abound,
A traveler wanders, where none are found.
With compass heart and feet of dreams,
They chase the whispers of silent streams.

No arrows pointing, no maps unfurled,
Just instinct's call in a vast, wild world.
Each step a question, each turn a chance,
Guided by stars in a cosmic dance.

Through tangled woods and meadows wide,
They find their path where the shadows bide.
The...