Hollow Vessel
Fine silt grinds between teeth as a shovel strikes something dense beneath the parched riverbed. The unearthed object is a compass housing, yet its glass protects only a dark chamber where no needle rests. These calloused hands circled each broken fragment, searching for a direction that never existed. In this hollow vessel, the absence of a magnetic pull reveals the map to be nothing more than blank paper, finally leaving the traveler to walk without the weight of an assigned path.