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This carving finds you on a fair summer’s day, undercut by creak of whimbrel’s cry. Birch bubbles and ripples, forming the concave countenance of a small boy no more than 4 years old, perched delicately on a shaft of surf smiling sweetly like a cherub. He feels almost cool to the touch, and you swear sometimes you hear him laugh, a tinkle of wind chimes somehow sounding through the tide’s mask
― In-game description