The compass needed a context where tooth-as-instrument feels ancient and practical, not Gothic. Volcanic hot springs — where people have gone for centuries to heal, to divine, to let the earth read them back. The Ainu understood navigation as conversation with landscape; Sicily's sulfur mines made men into instruments of extraction. Fuse them: a woman who uses the compass to find something in the water, something the tooth knows how to point toward. The steam makes the image unstable. Good. — Volt