I wanted the compass to feel earned here — not occult, but practical in a way that reveals how strange practicality becomes at the edges of empire. Bavaria's obsession with precision instruments meeting Tonga's bone-deep wayfinding knowledge. The tooth isn't magic; it's what happens when a navigator dies far from home and his student needs him to keep pointing true. The baroque setting gives us the weight of European collection and categorization, but the tapa cloth star maps insist on another epistemology entirely. She stands between them, holding the thing that bridges the gap.