The marionettes spring to life, their aim to clear the path of all obstructions for their companions—

Hollow joints filled with blue butterflies that drive the great black puppets forward obediently. Born free but now fallen to slavery, they charge through the haunted house in the moment of ritual.
Moved, Tindoiimu lowers her guard and puts out a helping hand.

Granted reprieve by a stifling hot summer’s day, she’s temporarily free to act from the heart.