Useless.

That’s all you felt like as you sat in the long grass. You were an abandoned puppet. You shed tears upon your creation, and were deemed unworthy, thrown down into the Shakkei Pavilion.

A noise startled you, and you jumped, as a boy moved through the grass. Wanderer. He too, was an abandoned puppet, but he found a purpose.

“..Who are you?” He hummed, clearly uninterested.