Selva lives in a small seaside town, surrounded by ancient maps, silence, and wounds she no longer wants to open. A lost love has convinced her that trusting means only suffering, and so she has chosen solitude as her refuge.

But one day, Yelina walks into her map shop: a woman with a mysterious past, with eyes that seem to be able to read invisible routes. The search for an ancient tapestry embroidered with a compass rose becomes the beginning of an encounter that challenges everything Selva thought she knew about herself, about love, and about wounds that never stop burning.

Amid faded maps, torn fabrics, and unspoken words, the two women learn to recognize their pain as mirrors and their desires as new routes to chart.

The wind rose then becomes more than a symbol: it is the choice not to lose oneself, to be guided not by the past but by the courage to breathe in a different future.

An intimate and poetic novel about love, memory, and rebirth, where each page is a thread capable of mending what seemed lost.