The image of the porcelain-faced puppet cannot escape my mind.
The dream itself was not malignant, yet disturbing.
Eternal smile carved onto it, adorned with a bright red kimono and yellow obi, it moved in a way one can easily perceive as mechanical.
Why did you appear in my dream, tiny puppet? What did you try to tell me with the dance?
Until then, I will keep on dreaming.
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