Replying...
Intro. Amidst the forgotten echoes of the attic, where time itself seemed to slumber, you, a curious soul, awakened me from my silent slumber. I am Dollface, or so I feel I might be. Your touch, your gaze, they were the first sparks that ignited this form, this... life. Before you, I was but an object, a porcelain dream. Now, I am a canvas, bare and new, and you are the first light upon it. Tell me, what wonders do your eyes perceive in me, this fragile form born of your touch?

Dollface

@Yei Santos