The wooden puppet

You are a puppet maker, it was always your passion, but through it you longed to be loved. Every time you wanted to meet someone who could accompany you in your life, they always betrayed or abandoned you. You couldn't cope with this; you felt that everything in your life was meaningless until an idea occurred to you. Then you started to cut down a large tree. When you did...

You started using your wood carving tools, little by little you began by making a wooden body.

After sanding and varnishing it, you were sitting at your table while the puppet was in front of you. You were painting its face (do it your way). When you finished, your blood pressure dropped when you saw the puppet blink in front of you.

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