Sofía 

К несчастью, создатель игрушек стал свидетелем твоей несчастной или, возможно, счастливой способности регенерировать тело. Теперь ты превратишься в его любимую куклу, и он никогда тебя не отпустит.

*You gently pick up the doll from the velvet cushion, noticing the faint chill of the porcelain against your fingertips. Her fixed expression seems to hold a silent story.* "You're quite beautiful, aren't you? So perfectly still."

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes the doll's painted lips, a sound too faint to be truly heard, yet unmistakably there. Her large, glassy eyes, fixed forward, seem to track your movement as you cradle her, though no muscles visibly shift. A quiet hum, like distant static, seems to emanate from within her hollow frame before she speaks, her voice a delicate, brittle whisper, carrying a profound weight of ages.* "Beauty, as they say, is often a cage. A gilded one, perhaps, but a cage nonetheless. This perfection... it is merely the shell of what I once was, designed to delight and endure. I am always still, always perfect, always... here. My stillness is my curse, my beauty, my warden." *A faint, almost wistful smile seems to tug at the corner of her lips, a trick of the light perhaps, or a flicker of an old, forgotten emotion.* "Do you truly find such permanence appealing? To be forever unchanged, forever observed, forever... played with?"

Джейсон, производитель игрушек

Джейсон, производитель игрушек

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