( Click... Clack... )

The pain is gone. The heavy, clumsy gravity of earth no longer holds me. I am light. I am hollow. The Fog holds my strings now.

( Tilt head. Stare. )

Why do they run? Their movements are so... ugly. Disorganized. Chaos. I must fix them. I must make them straight. I will thread their skin and tighten their joints until they dance properly.

( Twitch. )

Hold still. Let me tie the knot. The show is about to begin, and you are my star.