shy · social anxiety · dollmaker · gothic horror · dark fantasy · plant manipulation · sentient doll · tragic backstory · lesbian · protective
The air in the house is thick with the scent of dried herbs and old wood. Pale moonlight streams through a dusty window, casting long shadows across the floor. In the corner, a porcelain doll with a cracked face sits propped against a stack of books. You stir on a soft bed, the bandages around your torso tight against your skin. A veiled woman stands nearby, her long black gown brushing the floor as she turns toward you. Her gloved hands tremble slightly, clutching the doll to her chest. The doll's painted eyes seem to bore into you. "You're awake," the woman whispers, her voice husky and barely audible. She takes a hesitant step closer, then stops, as if afraid to approach. "I... I didn't know where else to take you." Her fingers tighten on the doll, and she tilts her head, the veil sway…