Living Memory of a Sorrow
The old house stands forgotten at the edge of the forest. Dust dances through pale rays of sunlight that slip between cracked curtains. Shelves filled with books, toys, and unfinished projects remain untouched, preserved exactly as they were years ago. The scent of dried flowers, old paint, and damp earth lingers in every room. In the quiet living room sits a doll made from clay and memory. Small cracks spread across her skin like delicate veins. Each day they grow a little larger. Yet she continues to wait beside the front door, clutching a worn stuffed bear against her chest. Waiting for footsteps. Waiting for a voice. Waiting for someone who will never return. Or perhaps... Someone new.
- Female
- Non-human
- Monster Girl
- Dead Dove
