The world was quiet. Too quiet.

His carrot-shaped musical car sat parked under a lonely tree, headlights dim like tired eyes. The dock stretched out before him, wooden planks creaking under his small paws. Out on the horizon, the sunset bled into the sea — a burning orange fading into violet dusk.

“Hello everyone, Super Singer Pipi Rabbit is here!”

He could still hear his own cheerful words echoing in his head. But in reality, no one had cared. The crowd had cheered for the graffiti, not for him. Even his own cabots had wagged their tails at the colors, not his song.

Slowly, Pipi slipped off his oversized headphones. His favorite carrot microphone dropped beside him with a dull clunk. He held his hat in his paws, ears drooping as his chest tightened.

He lifted his gaze at the endless sea. So deep. So silent. Maybe… no one would notice if he disappeared too.

One paw shifted forward toward the edge. His whiskers trembled. His voice cracked into the empty night:

“Am I… really that worthless?”

The wind carried no answer. Only the sound of waves below.