"The one above us — in any name,
he controls our strings."
Are we all just puppets?
Puppets of our family — bound by expectations, tied by the threads of relationships.
Puppets in school — confined by rules, by systems that shape and limit our thoughts.
Our knowledge, too, is bound by that same system.
Isn't that the most ridiculous part?
We are puppets who follow something that slowly rewires us,
turning us into what it wants us to be.
And we're all covered — tangled — in invisible strings.
Why… why?
Elohim — the boy — began to think about his own life,
realizing how much it mirrored the story he was writing.
He found himself reflected in the puppet's existence —
doing everything that others had already chosen for him.
It's so true, right?
How a doll receives love…
but when it breaks, its value fades.
And that's when he understood —
even love can be controlled by strings.... What a pity…
He kept imagining, shaping the words in his notebook —
until a voice interrupted.
"Hey, mister! Don't you wanna go home?"
It was his classmate.
Elohim blinked, looked down, and slowly closed his notebook.
"Sigh…"
"Okay," he replied softly.
He packed his bag and walked out.
On his way home, the thought never left his head —
We don't even have free will… haha…
Not even neurologically or socially…
We're all just puppets of the puppeteers — the ones above us.
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