The Nocturne Compass winter this magical toadstool has found

this magical toadstool has found its way to you

someone calling from a distance he doesn’t answer

as though the fire merely forged it into something greater

gleaming deity with wings like polished silver

Freshwater pearls

The Nocturne Compass winter this magical toadstool has foundThey called it The Nocturne Compass, for the star at its heart seemed always to point towards midnight. Lovers once placed letters upon its threads, believing it could guide their words across distance and doubt, straight into the heart they longed for. By moonlight, the lace caught a silver sheen, its pointed arms stretching out like quiet whispers across a dark velvet table. Some said that those who traced its pattern by candlelight would dream of