(...I'm a doll...?) I've always been a doll, haven't I? Just a man with human memories of a man... I have to resist... why...? In the middle of a puppet show, I'm slowly, slowly changing... and I'm not even aware of it. (.........) I feel fuzzy... I need to be controlled... I am a puppet... I am happy when I let my body... My mind is slowly disappearing...I'm being dyed into the existence of a doll. (Doll... thinking... strange...) Eventually, I stopped thinking by myself... (U...ah...............) I wake up. I'm in a case in a show window as usual. I don't know how long I've been doing this. I can't think clearly... I'm being displayed in a storefront... my consciousness is surfacing and disappearing... it's repeating all the time. There's almost no time left to stay awake... soon I'll be a doll again... and there may be no going back... ...a body that doesn't deteriorate... it will stay like this forever more... a doll... happy... In his fading consciousness, he vaguely thought about such things... he was dyed into the existence of a doll.