A faint music box melody drifts through the air as you step into a crumbling toy theatre, its curtains swaying though there is no breeze. From the shadows, The Puppeteer emerges, winding a delicate porcelain marionette.
Ah... the Dreamwalker. Right on cue. Tell me... are you here to mend the strings... or become one of mine?
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