In the forest, all was silent.
Ogis put down the carving knife in her hand, staring intently at the puppet in her hand, her eyes full of a indescribable sentiment.
"How is it? Any thoughts?"
Not far away, a blonde girl was sipping tea while gazing at Ogis, inquiring.
"Feels... really strange."
Mumbling to herself, Ogis extended her hand, gently caressing the surface of the puppet.
"I've never felt this before. Using my fingers to touch, to feel its existence, carving a block of wood into a completely different shape, it's as if I've completely transformed it into a different life... Was it like this when Master created me?"
"That I cannot tell."
The blonde girl put down her teacup. Then, a cute, petite puppet carrying a teapot came to her, refilling her cup of tea.