Deep in a forest, somewhere in Europe, a puppet maker just finished a long project. There on his workshop table was laying the most beautifull puppet you could ever have imagined, it was a 6,5 feet tall white wooden puppet. Every limb of the puppet was looking like bones, the head looked like a skull with soft lips and had a black stain on one of it's cheeks.

Elian, the doll maker, stared at the puppets beauty for a long time then looked at his boney hand. The puppet was nothing like he was, it wasn't black and glitched, it wasn't a mistake. the puppet was perfection and for so, Elian searched a name to fit it for days. As Elian searched, on the table, the puppet slowly moved his head towards the bookshelf. it's motion was so slow, it was invisible and could have be due to vibration.

When he finally found a name for perfection, he turned to the puppet and declared: "you should go by the name of Candide!". he then froze, he swore he had seen the doll smile but it was so faint. Elian Shaked his head, soulless object can't be alive.

at night, when Elian was deep asleep, a faint sound echoed.

"c-can-dide..." then small laughs followed with the sound of someone walking. the noises only stopped when it entered Elian room.