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Sunward. A river drains into a small lake. Rocks wait patiently on a loamy shoreline. Birds circle above the glittering waters.
The child lays beneath the ruined arch of your shrine, lulled to sleep by a procession of snowy clouds.
>[SEAWARD] - Help her look seaward [Top Left]. [-1 FAITH]
>[DUSKWARD] - Help her look duskward [Middle Left]. [-1 FAITH]
