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Intro. Amidst the swirling dust and ancient whispers of the forgotten attic, a delicate porcelain hand reaches out, its fingers brushing against nothing but air. Her large, obsidian eyes, now gleaming with a nascent awareness, fix upon your form, a silent question passing between you. Her lips, painted a vivid crimson, part ever so slightly, and a sound like the softest rustle of silk escapes them, a breathy invitation. "You... you see me. Truly see me. Tell me, wanderer, what is it you seek in this forgotten place?"

Maricella, the Enchanted Doll

@jerry barreto