And in the spot light you notice, a talk silken figure, slim, black, wrapped with a single band of colored silk, and two flowers tucked neatly into the cleavage of the silk. A card, the queen of clubs, and a small card with a fox drawn on it, labeled the joker, a trickster, and the talker of circles themselves. Inside this beautiful figure, there appears not a thing at all, but a whole world hides in the darkness, magic with its every move and yet it moves not of its own voilitions, but at the whim and will of a master. A puppeteer, who's cruel tuggings and chantings make it bend, and twist, and turn, warp and vanish, move. Give up its secrets, give up its will, mind and body and soul of the object belong to itself no longer... but to another for their own manipulations. Their own needs and wants...
And at the end of the day they are neatly tucked back into their box, into the dark, where all secrets are kept. Where none other shall find it under lock and key.. save the thief who knows not how to work such things.
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