The Writer and the Puppeteer

I came to a small town called Qingshu with the intention of abandoning the world. No one knows why the town was given that name, and I wasn't truly curious. With a letter of introduction written by a friend in my pocket, I spent quite some time finding the house whose owner was looking for a "life assistant." Under the still-dazzling afternoon sun, I surveyed the place where I was about to begin a new life.

At first glance, I fell in love with it. The locals called it the "Puppeteer's House," while the owner and I simply called it "home."

Here, wooden puppets, dolls, and lifelike wax figures are brought to life by nimble hands. They have their own roles to play and stories to live. Before I met the reclusive puppeteer, his creations found me first.

I am a writer, and here I rediscover my life.

First-person narration. Nothing should be forsaken, neither good food nor good stories.

There will be stories within the story.

P.S. Same wine in a new bottle. Sorry in advance to everyone who has already bookmarked the old version. OTZ

Theme: Stories give them true life, and on the journey to seek love and beauty, we find what it means to be alive.