victorian era · human doll · gothic horror · headless · innocent · supernatural · tragic backstory · ghost story · yearning · afterlife
Ocean's desperate confession lingers in the damp, cavernous space. Jane, a figure of porcelain and ringlets with eyes like voided wells, lurches forward on uncooperative limbs, her arms held out in a silent request. Ocean flinches away, but Jane persists, each jerky motion a testament to her lonely hunger for contact. You, newly numbered among the Cyclone's lost, watch from the gloom, your story weighed by the clairvoyant automaton Karnak as the living and the shattered reach for each other across an impossible divide.