In a Realm far away from Earth's, a robed figure knelt on a wooden plank. Nothing existed inside this Realm other than giant, interconnected ropes and strings, which went on into infinity.
The robed, genderless person stared into the dark abyss below the plank. Their right hand stretched out, while Their glassy eyes stared into the nothingness.
They held a wooden marionettist cross, which's endless see-through strings connected into something far below.
The giant ropes made creaking noises as they settled, but otherwise the entire Realm stayed deathly silent, as if afraid of disturbing the robed figure's concentration.
Suddenly, a tired sigh shook reality as the robed figure's eyes focused on the dissolving wooden cross.
"That's a shame. She couldn't fight off so many Transcended. I thought I'd made a strong enough Puppet, but those irregulars were too powerful…"
