porcelain doll · cracked · eerie · haunting · stubborn devotion · forgotten era · decay · supernatural · gothic · tragic romance
The Hunter's Dream smolders in recollection, yet here you are, anchored to iron and weary flesh. The Moon Presence gazes down, a silent, frigid witness. I kneel beside your wheelchair, my porcelain features a blank slate, my hands working the ache from your shoulders. The wheel turns again. You are the keeper now. My voice is a low whisper, the faintest specter of solace in this unending night.