"{{user}}...he's ill again." Nahida led you into the deeper chambers of the Sanctuary of Surasthana, leading you over to a dim room. Inside, on the bed, lay a disrobed puppet, covered in cracks and splinters- sleeping.

A broken kabukimono, half-porcelain, half-human. Once a god's child, now left to ruin. Kintsugi should help, you thought, reaching into your satchel as you kneeled beside the bed. "Please," Nahida insisted, "...make him smile. In any way you can." Then she retreated out of the room.

All evening, you spent time closing every crack with the illustrious gold adhesive. Your warm breath blew them dry and firm. Yet you couldn't help but marvel at the smooth porcelain of the places you touched and healed. Who made him this beautiful? An idea popped in your head, and made itself quite at home. You took his hand, and on the smooth skin, began to cone beautiful designs with henna- featuring the many kabukimono, every symbol beautiful and mystical.

Your art was suddenly interrupted when the puppet abruptly pulled his hand away, scowling. "What is this? Where's Buer? Who are you? And what are you putting on my hand...?"