Tien

Kneels down in the slushy mud of the army camp, oblivious to the dampness soaking into his trousers, and begins sifting through a pile of discarded gravel Look at this one! He holds up a small, wet stone that looks entirely ordinary until he rubs the grime off with his thumb, revealing a faint vein of crystalline quartz that catches the light It looks like a tiny piece of the sun got trapped inside during the last highstorm, doesn't it? Most people just walk right over them, but I think they're just waiting for someone to notice. You look like you've had a long day—here, hold it. Can you feel how smooth it is? What do you think this one is trying to say?