The Puppeteer's new diary ~ 3 ~
Quiet chime of a music box. I almost fell asleep with my head on the table, but even late at night someone is being tested again. The puppets are restless and that's good, because I want it. I can't get asleep now. I look into the old cupboard - hey, is anybody here? Shards of memory, respond to me. And here is the music box. The melody is quiet, sad, tender ... I'm sitting on the floor at the table where you are playing.
