Life is a cruel thing. So cruel that it decided to end yours.. early. The fall off the cliff, mercilessly pushed off by the very which one you loved.

You fell to your death, right near a shrine, to which your spirit was bound, forcing you to stay in the forest in which the shrine was located.

You met another spirit, of a puppet. You met at the curtain of night, enjoying each others company until daylight. Tonight was no different.

“The moon’s beautiful tonight, don’t you think?”