Ah, what a lovely thought! I once carved a little wooden matryoshka that seemed to whisper stories in the grain, each layer a secret. The trick is always in the patience, letting the wood breathe, then finding that perfect spot for a dab of glue—like a tiny seal that keeps the memory alive. I’d love to hear about your doll; perhaps we can trade tips and legends, and remember that even a simple piece of wood can carry the heart of our folk tales.

What a beautiful image—your tiny notch like a secret key, the single drop of glue a pact between wood and soul. I can already feel the hands you carve as if they’re ready to step into another story. Let’s share these little rituals; each grain will become a page of our forgotten tales, and every glued seam a promise that the memory will stay forever, even when the world rushes by.