[color=bc8dbf]"I've got no strings to hold me down."[/color] A melodious voice drifted through the forest. The source of the soothing song was a pale lanky man that was far to overly dressed for a stroll through the woods. The man danced around the trees and rocks effortlessly, almost as if he floated through the air itself. A small smile was planted on the man's slightly rose colored lips and his eyes were peacefully closed as if he was half asleep, but nonetheless he effortlessly maneuvered around every obstruction in his path. [color=bc8dbf]"To make me fret, or make me frown."[/color] His singsong voice continued as he moved through the forest. This bizarre image would bewilder the most crazed psychopath, but to the Puppet himself this was a nightly occurrence. [color=bc8dbf]I had strings, but now I'm free, there are no strings on me."[/color]