The Puppet's Poem

Carve wood into bodies, draw strings to give them souls, and put poetry to paper.

Within the deep palace and grand mansions, across the jianghu and imperial court, countless puppets each have their own roles to play.

Every line of poetry on the page is tender, yet beneath the strings lies a fate no one can escape.

With deft hands, he crafts wooden puppets and idly recites poetry about the world.

A craftsman who once lived quietly among ordinary folk, he is drawn into one storm after another by a strange puppet.

The puppet speaks not, and the poems make no sound, yet together they lay bare the helplessness of mortal life.