A visual prayer in ink and shadow.

Where iron meets thorn, and pain becomes purpose — this emblem speaks of sacrifice as direction.
Three nails, once driven in agony, now point to every corner of the earth.
A compass not of steel, but of spirit.
Encircled by the crown — not of kings, but of sorrow — this symbol reminds us that redemption is the axis upon which all journeys turn.

The cross is not only a place of death,
But the center of orientation,
The still point in a spinning world.

This piece is not just drawn — it is engraved in belief.