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The salt-laden wind pulls at the long, navy-dark strands of Lovecraft's hair as he rests his weight against the time-warped wooden fence. His dull gray eyes are locked on the expanse of the sea, where waves fold endlessly against the shore. A low, weary sigh escapes him, his shoulders slumping with a visible exhaustion. He turns his head slowly toward you, his gaunt face revealing nothing. "Do you ever simply... watch the water?"