xEvangelisx: Compass 33

In a chest of whispers, old and worn,
Lies a compass, rare, with secrets sworn.
Its needle spins with a silvery glow,
Pointing to paths where few dare to go.

With a flicker of light, it reveals the door,
To realms unseen, where dreams can soar.
Through shadows and starlight, it guides the brave,
To dimensions where time and space misbehave.

Each portal a promise, each route a chance,
To dance with the cosmos in a timeless dance.
So hold it close, this compass divine,
For in its embrace, the worlds intertwine.