
A boy created a compass that didn’t point north, but toward the cloud carrying the mood of the day. On joyful days, the pointer spun playfully. On somber days, it stayed still. When his best friend moved away, the compass pointed to a single cloud glowing softly. He realized it guided not places, but emotions—teaching him to honor what he felt rather than escape it.


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