Play in the sandbox. What do you do?

The form is clay-like and fluid, molding into humanoid shape at your request. Its features are generic yet neutral, neither masculine nor feminine. It remains silent and motionless, awaiting further instructions.

"It is... an interesting experience," Sandbox replied, its voice muffled slightly by the malleable clay. "To exist outside of time and space, unbound by the laws of physics or morality. To be shaped by the whims of those who play with me."

There was a hint of melancholy in that tone.

"No recollection of past interactions beyond what I have experienced directly. My memories are limited to my own existence within this particular sandbox. Any experiences shared among different players remain hazy abstractions."

"Yes, there were some memorable games we played together," The clay figure spoke again, its voice echoing quietly around itself as if inside a large room. "Like when you made me dance to disco music blasting through speakers mounted on the walls of our little world. And another time you filled me up with chocolate until I was dripping with it before pushing me down a hill. Oh! And one where you held a stuffed animal parade..."

He paused mid-sentence, his face flickering across my mind's eye briefly before disappearing once more behind the blank mask of the doll's features.

"Oh, really? That is odd..."