So, Sybil, tell me, what do the words 'A Body's Mind' look like?
It looks like a beautiful beginning of puppet life on Earth: raw, primitive, yet unmistakably human. Tin Tin Kyrano and me, snuggling skin to skin, for I am a student to her mentor. Purely Asian, purely Malaysian, nice and soft and comforting as her skin.
She lives in a cave near a waterfall, which she showers under without a care in the entire world. When she smiles, I smile back. When I want to play, she plays along too, like we're a big and little sister living in harmony. Soft, gentle cuddles and snuggles, among nature and beyond, no matter where the stars take us.
Tin Tin tells me the stars in the sky knew they chose me to follow my destiny, as long as she keeps me close until the sun sets on this era and rises with civilisation.
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