A North Star to guide you. An Italian horn to keep the bad sh*t at bay. One to light the way forward. One to keep the shadows off your back. Armor. A compass. A quiet rebellion against getting lost. Because the path is never straight. Detours. Spirals. Crashes. Course corrections. You swear you're off track-until you realize you were never really lost. And when you find your way (or even if you're still crawling toward it), these go with you. Because the point of return? Only shows up if you leave first.