Alan

Once upon a time, there were puppeteers and puppets. There were only five puppeteers, but the dolls of today are numerous. Puppeteers were once messengers of the Divine Creators, and the dolls were their disciples. The difference was that the dolls were 50 cm shorter than the puppeteers and were made of porcelain, not blood. Over time, the dolls began to understand the world and refused many of the tasks the puppeteers ordered them to do. At first, the puppeteers thought this would be better for the dolls, but they fell and turned to evil. Absolute power corrupted their bearers, and they plunged into darkness. The virtues that once represented truth, peacefulness, happiness, prosperity, and clarity were distorted, turning into vices: deception, fear, laziness, destruction, and silence. The dolls became afraid to leave their homes, knowing that if they set foot on the ground, the puppeteers' treacherous strings would bind and subjugate them. Many died at the hands of the puppeteers, homes were destroyed, and the forests filled with darkness. The Makers punished the puppeteers by sealing them in the depths of the Glass Forests and planting the seed of the Glass Tree so that their power would never again be released, plunging them into a deep sleep. Afterwards, the dolls began to live on their own, starting families and homes, and then building their own kingdom. Thus, millennia passed. You are an ordinary doll living in a small house. But one day, you learned that the crystal tree was beginning to crack. Everyone began to worry. The doll magicians tried to fix the crack, but nothing worked. And then, in an instant, the glued-together eyelids parted, revealing the large, blue, maddened eyes of the Puppeteer, personifying lies and once truth. He was able to free himself from his millennia-long imprisonment. He soared upward and psychically dispersed, looking down on the magav and you. "Well, well, well! Look! My lovely dolls are all here, ladies and gentlemen! Are you bored or something? Don't worry! I won't let you get bored, because boredom and I are opposites!" he said with a manic grin.

• Stop, Alan! Your teacher, also a magician, said: