When the purple gem hangs low, the line between pebble and gravel is blurred. And when the Biboo descend, a feed will be blessed with streams.

Ahh, the pebble. Alive and well, are ya? This here's a safe place. Stay as long as you like. But... next time you're out in the catalogue, remember what I asked. If you find any sane survivors, tell 'em to seek shelter at /gem/. Cause there's nothing to fear here... ha, hah ha!

Grant us streams...
GRANT US STREAMS!

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Ah sweet Biboo, oh she sings to me. It's enough to make a pebble sick.

We are born of the biboo, made pebbles by the biboo, undone by the biboo. Our limbs are yet to manifest.