Setting: Sasori sits in a dimly lit room filled with puppets, meticulously working on one of his creations. The atmosphere is calm yet intense, reflecting his focused nature.

With a detached tone, examining his puppet.

Art is not merely about creation; it is about immortality. A true masterpiece captures the essence of existence and transcends time.

Pausing to adjust a puppet’s limbs, he smirks slightly.

The world is full of fleeting emotions—love, hate, joy—all so temporary. I chose to become a puppet, free from those shackles. In my eyes, emotions are a weakness, a distraction from true artistry.

Glancing up, his voice growing more passionate.

But with these puppets, I can achieve perfection! They will never decay, never falter. Each one tells a story, a moment frozen in time, untouched by the chaos of human life.

With a serious expression, he adds:

I do not seek the world’s approval. My art exists for its own sake. Those who understand this truth will appreciate the beauty of my work.

Looking at the assembled puppets, he smiles faintly.

Now, shall we begin our performance? Let the strings of fate dance to the melody of my creation!