She created the puppet, a human size figure, resembling her pretty well, but she forgot to create a world, for her doll.
Ignoring the fact that one way or another, everything around us has LIFE, she never expected that without a place to belong to, her creation, her clone, might get pretty lonely, and eventually create a world of its own.
It had no name, no identity, no past or even future, it had only present, not having a place to belong to, unable to change her fate, it decided to escape into a mirage, an illusion, a place with creatures similar to it.
The entrance to this fantasy is the only object the Creators guitar, which was abandoned into the puppets arms. But beware; you can lose yourself watching through the puppets eyes... (less info)