Perhaps... Perhaps it is....

For me, this forgery... this... imitation, filled with purpose, might be the true treasure.

How strange... these earthborns are.

Per my impossible request, I've told them to get for me the absolute impossible....

Even when they realized that the thing they seek is out of their reach, they'd create it with their own hands instead of just giving up.

Even if they were fake... even if they were mere imitation, they were still for me....

They were made, for me.

When I think about it, does it matter? Whether they're real or not...