'The Gwylfig sat on a rock with its silver baton, poking deftly at the improbable structure in front of it: an intricate and impossibly balanced pile of stones and sticks. At a glance one might have thought it a naked, dark-skinned Middan child playing idly by the river. But on closer inspection one could see the subtle glow of its gem-like eyes, the eerie way it held its hairless body, and the serious, philosophical way it engaged the structure, as if in some way it were investigating the secrets of the cosmos. Each tap of the baton pushed the structure closer to destruction, but somehow, each time, it teetered slightly only to find a new, infuriating balance...'