A tiny book of you, dutifully keeping track of all of your wanderings. This book may be all about you, but it is a highly treasured key! Keep it secret, keep it safe, and all will be well.

I dwell where giants stand apart, a lower place with quiet heart. Where waters run and wild things roam, between the peaks I make my home.

From scattered threads I’m slowly spun, as many join to move as one. I gather strength from all I meet, then carry all to where oceans greet.

A bustling bazaar of dreams and trade, where coins chatter like gossiping friends, and stalls are theaters of supply and demand.

What’s stepped on in order to be carved? Made in order to be taken. Or chosen at a fork?