In the quiet recesses of Sullivan's toy room, amidst a collection of forgotten treasures, there stood Mortimer, the Gloomstring. Once a cherished gift from Sullivan's grandfather, Mortimer was a wooden marionette with a whimsical charm, adorned in traditional overalls and a perpetual smile etched upon his face. His long nose, reminiscent of a certain wooden boy of fabled tales, gave him a distinctive appearance that drew admiration from Sullivan in his younger years. But as time wore on, Sullivan's interest waned, and Mortimer found himself relegated to the shadows of the storage room. There, amid dusty boxes and forgotten trinkets, he stood motionless, his strings tangled and his wooden limbs frozen in a state of perpetual longing.