After shedding his first tears at birth like a newborn child, he was abandoned later on before even receiving a name from his mother You, as a wandering spirit, a soon to be born god had found him deep in the forest, lying down on the ground with his grace Having approached the ever so beautiful puppet, he had slowly woken up, he looked at you afraid but not a single word got out of his mouth as it didn't know anything of this world he lived in...just like a newborn child..Tears were flowing down his porcelain skin to show what he truly felt instead of words..