Video - Rediscovering Joy: The Compass of Forgotten Laughter

In the heart of the bustling city, a peculiar shop stood—Raven's Relics. Inside, Felicity, a vibrant redhead with mismatched socks, stared at a dusty compass. "It points to what you truly seek," the shopkeeper, an elderly man with an enigmatic smile, whispered. Curious, Felicity bought the compass. That evening, she followed its needle, which spun wildly before settling. It led her to a forgotten park, where laughter echoed in the night air. Children played, their faces familiar yet distant. Felicity gasped. It was her childhood joy, lost to years of adult monotony. She joined them, laughter bubbling up, filling her with warmth. As dawn approached, the children faded, leaving her with a heart full of newfound happiness. The compass glowed softly, a reminder that joy was never lost, only forgotten.