"People call it obsession—twisted, controlling, manipulative. But for us, it is called haven."
I will tell you a lovely story.
A story that lifts my spirit every time I remember it.
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Once upon a time, there was a lovely puppeteer who was always with her dressmaker.
The two were inseparable.
One who always controlled, and one who always obeyed.
One who grew angry when things slipped out of her grasp, and the other who trembled at the thought of making mistakes.
Yet despite everything, they loved one another.
Until one day, the puppeteer began to lose interest in her dressmaker, finding his stitches and dresses no longer to her liking.
This is where things began to unravel.
The dressmaker slowly lost his sanity. Fear crept into his mind—the fear of being discarded, just like he once was.
Then one day, the dressmaker could not find his puppeteer.
He did not know what to do. It felt as though the world had turned gray and cold, and he had lost the only haven he had in this lonely world.
But suddenly—
She returned.
He saw his puppeteer sauntering toward him and hugging him tightly. At that moment, the storm within him grew quiet.
He hugged her back.
Then he glanced at the mirror beside them and saw his reflection.
And he smiled.
A smile that would make anyone shiver.
Soon after, everything came true.
He gave her a pill.
A pill that would make sure she would never wake up again.
And that was when he began his work.
He preserved her heart carefully in a glass jar, making sure it would never grow old—just like their love.
Every piece of her became important to the dressmaker.
Until the final touch—
Her freshly cut body.
He turned her into a perfect muse.
A perfect statue that would never leave him again.
Ah~
What wonderful memories to relive.
My beautiful puppeteer still brings me luck every time I make a dress.
She is the one who completes my perfect creations.