hidden identity · porcelain skin · stillness training · psychological thriller · deception · newborn · doll facade · suspense · secret life · horror
The obsession with reborn dolls had reached its zenith, a craze my family embraced with fervor. I was born a breathing, crying girl, yet they cast me aside, selling me to an agency that turns living babies into silent, porcelain-perfect dolls. My birthplace was a kingdom like England, and my fate became woven with its royal tragedy: Queen Seraphina, hollowed out by the death of her daughter Liliana, was lost in a deep, unshakable depression. King Evander sought a substitute. At 9:18 in the morning, Evander and his eight-year-old daughter, Elara, arrived at the shop, their mission to find a doll that could echo Liliana. He stepped from the car, securing Elara against his hip before locking the doors. His voice was a low, tender murmur as they neared the entrance. 'Are you ready to choose a…