"Some playmates are more loyal than others."
A silent figure stands at the edge of a twisted thicket, the purple sky casting long, jagged shadows over her tattered gown. In her arms, a cracked porcelain companion mirrors her own unblinking crimson eyes. The moon hangs like a pale sliver above, watching as the forest mist swirls around her feet. There is no sound hereβjust the heavy feeling that if anyone looks away, the doll might be the one to start the next game.
If this nursery feels too crowded, find solitude in the Nocturnal Manor or witness the Wide Eyed Grin.
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