Shaman is Tuning the Low Wind.

I marched past the bookcase toward the towering acoustic guitar resting on its wooden stand! Its bronze strings stretched down like ancient woven vines across a dark canyon. Curious if a deep voice slept within, I planted my boots firmly on the floorboards and brought my carved staff up to the thickest bottom string. *Plink-thrummm!* A deep, rumbling vibration surged through the wood, buzzing right into the palm of my hand! Leaning in, I wedged a dried brown acorn between the lowest string and the polished rosewood bridge to test its spirit. When I nudged the bronze wire again, it gave a crisp, muffled wooden clatter—like a hollow drum deep in the shadowed brush! The ancient hollow log has spoken. #Shamanlabubu #Customfigure