Where the sky meets the sea, a figure waits.
It is female, it is male, it is human, it is not.
The figure awaits for the arrival of its replacement.
It is waited since this moment, since time began, since time ends.
All those who approach find themselves back where they began, with their desire to approach gone.
The figure does not move, but one can feel its eyes on you at all times.
The figure is huge, the figure is tiny. The figure is all, is none.
The figure is useful to scare children and fools into following rules.
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