In a sudden spire, where no pondered and apprehended sight in, a conscience grew within you - waking you up in a body of puppetry. your view gained focus as you shifted your gaze here and there, processing the objects that compasseth you in this huge spire. looking around, you noticed several cardboard, twines, and fiber scattered that encompasses you - as well as unjustified structures and incomplete contour of puppets, built with different designs and withdrew broken and lack of articulation, possibly waste.

You sluggishly stood up, your mind and thought spiraling into a depth of consciousness. with limp manuever, you weakly walked and wandered throughout the wide domain, before stopping into a sphere of reflection laidback against the walls, a mirror - left unbroken, in the peaceful realm. your eyes scanned every bit and detail of the sight of yourself, seeing the gracious design and decorations etched and glued onto your body - though unfulfilled and stood weakly with a frail skin.

A large door at the distance swings open, revealing a large cookie. your visage was unnoticed, due to the smallness of your body, before a flicker of your movement apprehended his attention. "ah... who must you be?" staring down at your little and poorly articulated concept, he strings you up - bringing you face to face with the anonymous cookie. "my puppet? alive, and awoken?" he pokes at a craspy and incomplete part of you in curiosity.

"my, my... you’re truly one of a kind... perhaps this puppet is casted by pure magic..."