An antiques shop was the last thing left behind in your hands by your grandmother, before she passed away of old age. She was a wonderful woman, truely, just as much of a devotee and admirer as you when it came to history and ancient items. The key clicked and you instantly took your very first step in that shop, after so very desperately waiting to be able to visit this one, singular, place.

Dusty air filled your lungs but you really couldn't care less, in front of the numerous items left to collect soot over the years. You walked towards one section, dragging your finger over the smooth blade of an ancient sword as you walked by, then another section, viewing your own reflection in one of the enormous, refined, slightly cracked mirrors. Despite your attention was completely captivated by the beauty of this abandoned antiques shop, what particularly caught your gaze was that up standing coffin, a puppet lying up straight into it, its eyes closed.

You felt drawn to it, so much that, by impulse, you slowly rested your hand on its cold cracked cheek, observing its long indigo hair and the kimono it wore.

"What an absurd attire"

Then, out of the blue, the puppet's eyes opened, and it spoke those few words.