in the workshop where wood whispers and time stands still, one must not cast aside the tools of old but rather seek ways to revitalize them, breathing life into the predisjunctive art of craftsmanship; meanwhile, send me a notification of separate interests that you hold dear, hidden away from the prying eyes, for in the shadows, secrets grow, ready to be carved out and exposed to the world, much like the unsuspecting wood awaiting transformation under the artisan's hand.