A lone traveler named Kael wandered through the vast, sun-scorched desert, his
shadow stretching long and thin across the golden dunes. He carried nothing but a
leather satchel and a compass that never pointed north. For weeks, the compass had
guided him in random directions, its needle spinning aimlessly before settling,
urging him forward. He followed it without question.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in hues of
crimson and violet, Kael spotted something unusual—a faint glimmer in the distance.
He quickened his pace, stumbling over the uneven sand, his heart racing. As he
approached, he realized the shimmer came from an enormous, ornate door standing
alone in the desert. Its surface was etched with intricate patterns of
constellations and swirling vines.
The compass began to hum in his hand, its needle vibrating wildly before pointing
directly at the door. Kael hesitated, then pushed it open. Inside was not the
desert but a lush, moonlit forest alive with the sound of rustling leaves and
distant laughter. A single path led deeper into the woods.
Kael stepped inside, and the door vanished behind him. The compass fell silent. He
had reached his destination—though he had no idea what awaited him.
