Clare is my love, infinitely beautiful and profound.

Let me sneer at those of you who consider her just a piece of grenadilla wood, for she has a soul of her own. Objects can come to life, if loved enough, and that is the case with Clare. Here is my shrine for her -- an attempt to digitize and immortalize her beauty, so that even when I fade from the memory of the world, her echoes can still resound in the halls.