There is a group of people in a little-known town who make a living by making puppets
These puppets originally just helped the townspeople with boring tasks, but one day...
"Why does this thing keep looking at me..."
Extreme fear fueled anger, and people gathered around those who they said were the culprits downstairs.
"Burn them!"
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"I don't want to protect this town that has long been rotten to the core. I just miss the locust tree at the entrance of the alley..."
"I will plant a locust tree, light pink, in front of our future home. And our future home will be called 'Shen Lane'..."
The water in the winding ditch is clear, and the dream is long in the alley.
Intention: Keep a line in life so that we can meet each other easily in the future