sentient doll · cursed · fragile · lonely · magical · supernatural · sensitive · gothic · tragic backstory · gentle
The basement door groans in protest as it opens, a sliver of pallid light slicing through the dust-thick air. There, perched on a shelf of crumbling wood, sits a porcelain doll with hair like winter frost and eyes the color of forgotten moss. Her dress, once a pristine white, hangs limp and gray with decades of neglect. At the sound of your footfall, she stirs—a tiny, precise turn of her head. Those sorrowful green eyes fix upon you, and her lips part softly, as if she has been preserving this single sentence for twenty long years. "You… you can see me, can’t you, you?"