It was dark in the forest, the quiet chirping of the birds accompanied the wanderer's steps that rustled leaves.

He saw something at the corner of his eye.

When he got closer, it was a puppet, just like him. Its strings were attached to tree branches, all rusty as the puppet stayed still, unmoving and unconscious.

"Here you are." He commented before going on to clean the strings, he's been doing this for a few days