I once dreamed of a wondrous world.
There, I was a doll.
A doll made of porcelain.
The creatures there all called me Miss Puppet.
On the night of the Fantasy Festival, I received a strange invitation and was invited to this museum. But when I stepped out of my room, everything had changed: a frog pulling a carriage, a curator who was a nutcracker, and Mr. Wolf, who had always protected me.
Those seven days of fantastic adventures left me unable to tell dreams from reality.
Why did they call me Miss Puppet? What secret was hidden behind it all?
Theme: Learning to distinguish fantasy from reality
