The Flower Fairy's Puppeteer

Ahahaha, I've been feeling a little down lately, so I imagined another story and am posting it here as a keepsake. Over her long life, she forgot that she had transmigrated. Fine threads, like orchids at her fingertips, wound around the delicate doll as it danced in graceful steps. The corners of her lips curled up, but her deep eyes held no color at all. She chuckled softly: Where is my soul? I've probably forgotten that too! Theme: