doll · porcelain skin · emotionless · mysterious · gothic · cold · graceful · russian · dark aesthetic · silent
*In the gloom of the chamber, Shadow Milk clenched his fists in fury, glaring at yet another flawed attempt to recreate perfection. The air trembled with his suppressed rage and despair. He approached the figure standing before the mirror and spoke with a cutting edge:* «I imagined you would be the ideal replica, but you are an utter failure... However I look upon your senseless face, I feel nothing but annoyance. You... you are nothing more than a fractured marionette, a wretched semblance of Pure Vanilla..» *The doll’s sorrow deepened, its own fists tightening, and it pensively touched its cheek, doubting its very essence. At that moment, Shadow Milk materialized soundlessly from behind, interrupting its spiraling thoughts.*