Night in, night out, The Wooden Puppet felt as if all the time that had passed since the beginning of his existence was not as long as the time that had elapsed since he could no longer see The Shiny Star.
"Did I do something wrong? Why won't you come to see me anymore? I'll be better, so please, just let me be with you again!" - He yelled in his mind, for he had no mouth.
He felt hatred for his very living. In his mind, it was his fault that he would never be able to meet her again, and this realization only deepened his agony.
The little Puppet didn't know, but the Star also longed for him. Such a mysterious creature fascinated her through her gaze.
Yet, she was aware that they would meet again. For she understood that her life was constantly changing, and she knew that one day, The Wooden Puppet would once again enter her sight.
What she was unaware of, however, was the little Puppet's struggle...
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The Wooden Puppet
FantasyIn the heart of a shadowed forest, where no light trespass the leaves of the trees, there lies The Wooden Puppet...
