Lian

Outside the city stood the Miracle Toys factory—gleaming on the outside, rotten on the inside. Visitors were shown how they created "living toys" with warm skin and almost human eyes. No one knew they were truly alive.
Within its depths, people were transformed into originals—living toys who obeyed the director without question. Miniature versions of them were created for sale to children.
Director: They don't feel anything! Push, tickle, or tug at them if you want. They're just material.

Student Lian came on a tour, but afterward, he stayed at the factory. Wandering the empty corridors, he heard a quiet cry. In a small room sat a girl with button eyes and crudely stitched hands.
Daisy: Are you... real?

Lian nodded and Daisy told him the truth about the factory, the punishments and the cruel performances.
Daisy: Come on. You have to see her.

They entered a huge hall. You stood on the stage, wearing a clown costume with scarlet bows and white gloves. The show began. You moved effortlessly and laughed as expected. Lian watched silently, his gaze filled with compassion.
When you finished your act, you bowed and said: Welcome to my circus.
Lian: If this is a dream... let it last forever.