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A mystery box story

puzzler, the witty embodiment

of a little mystery box once abandoned on a shelf in a dark and dusty room.

Children have grown up, they no longer need it, they can simply play new games, times have changed, they no longer need old toys.

As a result, this puzzle box that was once used to color, dream, and create is abandoned, forgotten, and unwanted, just as something from the past is replaced by the future.

But the puzzle box cannot think, the puzzle box cannot feel, it is just an object that has fulfilled its purpose and is now decaying because it is useless.

The puzzle box has no feeling.

On a fateful day, the children were cleaning that dusty room, and if the puzzle box could think, it would be happy, relentlessly trying to get the attention of its beloved playmates, trying so hard to be picked up and play again.

But kids never bother to touch it.

If the box could feel it, it would hope that every time the kids came, they would pick it up as their toy, just to relive the same moment infinitely and see other, better, brightly colored toys being chosen.

The kids are getting bigger and bigger.

Until one day, there are no children, no, they are not its playmates, they are bigger, but there are other children next to them.

That room used to be their play area and is now cleaning up everything inside, all the other toys, and if the puzzle box can see it, it will see the toys stuffed into a trash bag and thrown away.

Soon it will be its turn.

But that fate never befell him.

Because one of the children hit the shelf with a colored ball.

The mystery box fell on the floor, not scattered, but disappeared, as if through it, there were no children and no adults, no familiar rooms, only long and endless falls....

Until the box finally lands on the cold white floor.

It is surrounded by other objects, but the box cannot perceive it.

If the box can feel it, it will cry.

But does the box know how to cry?

This is unknown, after all, the box cannot do anything.

It just stayed where it was, objects fell nearby, and time passed quickly, almost as if it had returned to that shelf to rot.

Until one day something new happened.

A colorful cube rests on top of the puzzle box, whispering something it doesn't understand, and it begins to blend with cardboard and puzzle pieces.

Soon, the box disappeared and the room now took on what it looked like inside, the puzzle pieces fused together and began to think, perceive, understand.

Before it took shape, it wasn't perfect, it was a whole bunch of puzzles, not a clear shape.

This bewildered creature crawled around, scared, trying to shout something, but without success.

Its first thought is of its cherished playmates, it tries to get back to them but is powerless, it does not know where to find them.

So what this puzzle creature does, is hope that they will return to it, because it has this hope, and the puzzle pieces attached to its huge body begin to separate as they form exact replicas of the two children.

At first, the puzzle animal did not understand, it lay next to the sculpture trying to find some kind of comfort, but later, it began to connect the dots, concentrating on doing something different, a box of puzzles.

So a creature was created, and this creature understood that it could create anything it wanted, so it relentlessly tried to rebuild the old play area it loved, colorful, small....

It then puts the puzzle pieces there and simply sits between them, trying to restore a normal feeling, but it knows it's just pale entertainment, not reality.

Those days are gone, it thought.

Filled with a new mood that can only be described as "sadness", the puzzle creature sets out to find the cube to talk to and finds it stuck in its center, like a beating heart.

It tries to speak, but never gets an answer, and the cube is silent, which makes the puzzle feel something called "frustration."

This creature has nothing, no purpose, no joy, it is trapped in this place, nowhere to go, no one to speak, it can understand many things, which makes it even more painful.

Until someone comes.

It is a person like its beloved playmate, a feeling, a purpose has burned in its mind, and the cube has illuminated that purpose.

"Create fun.

Bring laughter.

Be humorous. "

There are others who can be entertained by this confusing creature that can be loved and cherished as much as it used to be!

Oh, so happy, so happy, this confusing creature crawls towards humans with a happy face, trying to delight humans with its pretty colors and funny tricks.

But what this creature doesn't know is that people are afraid of things that look like monsters running towards them.

The man ran away and disappeared into a door, and the creature looked sad and did not understand.

It can only hear one word from the man, "monster."

Monster?

The confused creature looked at himself in confusion, and those words echoed in his head.

What is a monster?

It must be something terrifying, a monster that doesn't make people laugh, a bad monster, it must be good, it must be good-looking, like a friend.

What do friends look like? Like its playmates, friends, they are friend-shaped.

This confusing creature tries to look like them, now more human-like and approachable, but still closed and less than perfect.

It waits for more people and more friends every day.

It tries to act like a human being, learn like a human, and this new home is filled with things they love.

Something made of paper with pictures of beautiful "cool" human objects.

It found something called "clown", the word is surrounded by laughter and fun, so it must be a way to make others smile, "clown", they are dressed in colorful and silly clothes, this creature imitates all kinds of clothes and now looks like a laugh blower.

The creature finds its change strange, but comfortable, like when its box was replaced by a more beautiful one, it liked this new look, it made humans not afraid, no, they liked it, they liked the appearance of this clown, but the creature was not perfect yet.

It lacks something special, humanity gets tired of it, leaves, and the puzzle becomes lonely again.

It's so boring, they have other ways of entertaining, silly puzzles.

Once again, the word monster rumbled in his mind, and an incomprehensible feeling began to fill the creature, something it had not experienced before.

The little blue puzzle leaked out of its face, and it didn't understand, what kind of heartache was that? Those wet puzzles?

Those are tears, and this is sadness, but paper items say that when you are sad, your mouth is upside down.

Its mouth always stays in the place of a smile, but why? Why can't it not cry?

The mouth is not moving, the puzzle has tiredly stopped crying, this is another stupid puzzle, nothing can be done well.

It's left behind for a reason, it may always fail, and why it never makes anyone really happy because Puzzle is a monster, a terrible monster, not yet like a clown.

No one likes a puzzle piece that looks like a puzzle, so the puzzle must look better and the puzzle piece must be better.

So puzzles learn, in order to make others happy, puzzles must make them look different, change, deform and behave, so that the puzzles will be cherished as they used to be.

Puzzles learn how to talk, how to greet, how to master various things, entertain, please.

Like a clown, they laughed, they played, they wanted more, puzzles gave them more, more jokes, puzzles have become the best, beloved puzzle box.

Puzzles are so fun, right?

That's what Puzzle is all about, so be sure to make Puzzle happy.

Must, must, must.

Puzzles want to be loved again.

The mystery is so lonely.

The puzzle has changed, the puzzle has changed to like, what else can the puzzle do?

No one stays, no one will stay, no one.

Something called family, no one is like that....

They say that your family loves you the most, nurtures you, and is a part of you.

Puzzles also want a family, and puzzles also want to be loved.

Not just for a while, but forever.

Puzzle no longer likes anything it does, Puzzle is learning too much, everything is predictable and nothing is important because everyone leaves, whether it's tricks, jokes, chats.

Only one thing is unpredictable, games, puzzles and puzzles, they can be anything, they can end in infinite ways, nothing can be predicted.

Puzzle likes to create something that takes time to solve, which is exciting, but solving it alone is boring, and it's not exactly like watching someone else do it.

So this creature looks for humans, but not all of them, those who like games and riddles, those who are curious, and then it thinks that once these people are around it, they will never be alone again.

Thus, the creature invites those who show curiosity, creating mysteries that others can reach, something that not many people are willing to try.

On that level that was once lonely and cold, now there is joy, chat, games, fun.

The creature of the puzzle now understands another part of its purpose, making the puzzle and finding someone who understands it as it does, which is happy, not as before, which is the only way to feel happy.

He is now a puzzle maker, he has chosen an identity that he wants to be like a human being, not different, but only the family gives you a name, he does not have one, only a title that he can afford.

The puzzle maker wants to be an important person, he wants his identity, but despite his willingness to no longer endure pain, his fear of solitude makes him hide a part of himself in order to attract his companions.

It does not change, splitting between personality and finding love by following the purpose assigned to him by fate.

What happens to this broken mystery box?

He didn't know, and he didn't even know now, that he was still patiently waiting in the place he called home, waiting for something to happen, or to be discovered, or for things to change.

To this day, he still does not know who he is, why he was born, and the purpose of his existence.

All he did was cling to despair and try to find something in life that wouldn't make him miserable.

The puzzle maker, the embodiment of humor, who does not know his true fate, will simply be left to hope.

Sometimes the story doesn't end quickly, and sometimes, too many things end up with an ending.

Someday he will find something that suits him, and maybe one day things will be different.

Today, all he can do is disappear into his daydreams, into his happy world of peace.

Deep down he hoped that this was the case.

All he had to do was keep smiling.

Smile until he breaks down.

Turn into small puzzles.

Back to his original appearance, when he was forgotten.

A simple puzzle box with dreams and fun.

Lost, scared.

Like a child.

A child who will never frown.

After all, frowning is not part of the fun, and sadness is not.