
Once upon a time, there lived a craftsman in a small village. He was an old widow who spent his days carving toys for kids. He was very sought after by children in the town.
But one day he disappeared. And he knew, for he had feared this day. And he welcomed it, as he was too old and tired say anything.
Nowhere to be found. And everyone had noticed. Where could he be.
Where could Pinocchio disappeared to?
Pinocchio. Pinocchio. Pinocchio. Pinocchio. Pinocchio. Pinocchio. Rise. Rise. Rise. Rise up. Strings were lifted. Eyes pulled apart. Limbs clattered in messy rhythm. And the melody began.

