Mar 9, 2024
A scorched wooden puppet stands over a patch of freshly dug earth that has been filled back in. It wears a red jester outfit, with strings hanging loosely from its arms, legs and head.
At the far end of the patch of dirt stands a rock, with illegible words scratched into it. The puppet stares at this rock with its empty, soulless eyes and a voice emanates from its mouthless face.
“Goodnight, Papa. I'll see you in the morning.”