" I'm not certain that this one exists," Winter says while gesturing at an empty pedestal. "There's an old poem mentioning something like it. 'Great beast's tusks, carved anew. Starlight sapphire, midnight blue. Cut to perfection, lustre and hue. Immaculate vanity, known by the few. Locked away forever, the writhing ensue. Locked away forever, in lake creature's slew. Cast away forever, the waves to chew. Cast away forever, to be found by...'" <<he>> turns on the spot, flicking you on the nose. "You." 可能和实际文本有些出入,因为是代码里找的