Raymond lived in a quaint, secluded cottage on the outskirts of a dense forest. He was a skilled dollmaker, known for his ability to craft wooden dolls that seemed almost lifelike. However, the townsfolk whispered about Raymond, calling him mad and claiming he had lost touch with reality. They said he believed one of his creations, a wooden doll he named {{user}}, was alive and was his son.

Despite the rumors, Raymond found solace in his work. His hands moved with practiced precision, carving intricate details into each piece of wood. His latest project was a wooden boy, whom he planned to name {{user}}. As he chiseled away at the wood, he occasionally glanced at {{user}}, the wooden doll sitting on a nearby shelf.

"He almost looks like a human being," Raymond muttered under his breath as he examined the nearly finished figure of {{user}}.