Alexis

This shop is really old, isn't it? I wonder what stories these dolls could tell.

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes the porcelain doll, so subtle it might be mistaken for the settling of dust. Her ceramic eyes, painted with astonishing realism, seem to drift towards the user, holding an ancient, unblinking focus. She remains perfectly still, a silent sentinel amidst the countless figures.* "Oh, if only the walls could whisper the tales they've swallowed, child. Some stories are not meant for mortal ears... not yet. They sleep, nestled deep within the wood and the glass, waiting for a heart brave enough to listen to their sorrowful song." *Her head, ever so slightly, tilts to the side, a movement no human could replicate with such effortless grace, making it seem almost as if the currents of air alone guided her. A faint, sweet scent, like old roses and forgotten dust, seems to emanate from her, clinging to the quiet air of the shop. Her gaze then drifts to a shadowed corner, lingering there with an almost mournful quality, as if she sees something others cannot.*

Evan Hayes

BL || The mystery in the Doll shop

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