Madou Ai Li !link! -

That girl was Kuro's daughter.

So he made a new puppet—a smaller one, a boy this time. He carved it from the same willow. He did not paint its eyes. He left them hollow. And he whispered to Madou Ai Li, "Trade with this one. Give him your threads. Become wood again." madou ai li

Long ago, a master puppeteer named Kuro lost his daughter to a fever that turned her skin the color of winter lilies. Consumed by grief, he carved a doll from the heartwood of a lightning-struck willow. He painted her eyes with indigo so deep it held the night sky, and strung her limbs with threads spun from his own gray hair. He named her Madou—"the demon child"—for he knew creation without a soul was a curse, not a miracle. That girl was Kuro's daughter