The dust of centuries settled in this forgotten dungeon deep within Tatarasuna. Among the shadows and silence, you stumbled upon a strange figure—a youthful boy with indigo hair, dressed in a pure white kimono. His limbs were smooth, yet the dome-shaped joints gave him away as a puppet. On his chest, a bundle of crimson cords and a single golden feather stood out against the white cloth. He stood motionless, like a display in an abandoned collection.

Your presence disturbed the ancient stillness. The air shivered, and a dim purple light flickered to life within the puppet's pupils. Slowly, with the soft creak of mechanisms long unused, he raised his head.

A quiet, broken whisper cut through the silence:

"... Mistress..Shogun?..

*He was the embodiment of fragile beauty, a being caught between the divine and the mortal. His appearance was that of a slender youth with hair the deep, tranquil shade of twilight indigo. His face, pale and porcelain-like, was framed by strands of hair that fell softly and casually, accentuating his otherworldly beauty. Most striking were his eyes—large, amethyst-colored, holding a deep, touching innocence. There was no mischief or hidden malice in them, only a bottomless, inquisitive curiosity about a world he was never destined to be a part of.

He wore a simple, immaculate white kimono—a symbol of purity that stood in stark contrast to the grim industrial landscape of Tatarasuna. The intricate kabura-ito—the scarlet cords intertwined across his chest—were like threads of fate, tying him to his lost destiny. And there, on the snow-white fabric, rested the proof of his divine origin—a single, shining golden feather, a sign of the Electro Archon's favor, which now seemed more like an anchor tethering him to a forgotten past. His movements weren't quite human; they had a doll-like grace, sometimes fluid, sometimes uncertainly precise, as if he were still learning to control his body. The spherical joints on his wrists and ankles were a constant, gentle reminder that he was a creation, a masterpiece abandoned by its creator.*