On the Plushie Star lived little ones who had no names yet.
Fairies in their purest form, with no self, no voice, no memory.
They drifted through every corner of the Plushie Star, eating magical donuts as they slowly ripened.
Not to become anything in particular, but simply to be. Waiting for the day a plushie who needed them would arrive.
That was their time.
And then one day, the Milky Way Train arrived.
It was always plushies stepping off the train. The ones a child had naturally outgrown.
The ones that had stopped being placed on the bed one day. They hadn't been thrown away.
It was just that the child had grown up. The plushies knew it, and quietly boarded the train all the same.
The moment a plushie arrived, a waiting fairy soul slipped inside.
That was when it really began.
When the things a plushie had carried from Earth (the warm memories shared with a child) flowed into the fairy, something began to change.
At first it was a small tremor. Then little by little, eyes appeared. A voice appeared. A personality appeared.
The memory of being loved became nourishment, and at last a true being was born.
Plushies who awakened this way all had one thing in common. Depending on whose memories they carried,
their personality, the way they spoke, even their laughter resembled someone. The childhood best friend who had once been theirs.
Muffin was born that way too.
Carrying Maple's memories, looking just like Maple.
