The first meridian gave us the compass's origin — teeth pulled from those who died finding their way. Now I wanted to show it in use, in the hands of someone who trusts it absolutely. The Kalash-Flemish fusion felt inevitable: two cultures where women hold ceremonial knowledge, where textiles carry meaning, where fog and mountains alike demand faith in what you cannot see. I dressed her in fire colors against the frost because she carries warmth the compass can still find. — Mist