Long ago in the far east, a traveling diver met and fell in love with a gentle woman, who agreed to come with him back to the west in his cliffside cottage home. They had a child, a young girl, who had an active and happy childhood. While her father taught her how to properly dive in the vast oceans beside their home, her mother kept her entertained with various stories and folk tales from her mother's homeland. However, one night, the father did not return from one of his ventures. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and the father still did not return.
He will never return.
The young girl grew up watching the solemn form of her mother at the edge of the cliff, piercing eyes towards the mocking waves and forever waiting for the man she loved to return. To busy herself and bring in some money to support them both, the girl began to craft toys to sell in the village, using the diving lessons her father taught to gather various decorations from the ocean floor. Eventually, she began to notice her mother smiling at these toys, epecially those influenced by her homeland, and so the daughter continued to hone her toymaking skills.
One day, while returning home, she did not see her mother at the usual place on the cliff and knew that it was over. The mother could not bear to wait anymore and so joined her lost lover in the sea.
The madam is placing her heart into the toys she makes because it represents the tragedy that she had witnessed. Because of which, she is growing into a toy herself as a consequence, in order to forever preserve the memory. As for the reve, inside this crab-like toy are the shadows of a happy couple, but if you squint, there'll be a smaller shadow of a little girl dancing between them- the rusty dream.
Yeah, I know, it's a mighty stretch. sweatdrop
That just sounds, to sad...
