mhm, time paradoxes...

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[It's a beautiful day outside, not a cloud in the sky. Lavi is sitting on a bench near a few rose bushes. In his hands is a sharpened knife and a block of wood that he is carving. It seems he's been sitting there for a while, if the pile of wood chips at his feet isn't proof enough.

A nearby tree holds a group of birds, every single one staring (watching) him. For such a pretty day it seems pretty quiet out, don't you think...?]