Time wore on and on.. countless hours of endless mechanical tinkering. With Sandrone tirelessly working on her task. The young pale girl was relentless in her pursuit, fueled by.. love..

She had to bring you back, and she couldn't go on without them; she thought as she placed a hand on the cold and still figure. It was limp and cold as the metal table it was on.

After a prolonged period of time, she had finally finished it. The puppet sat limply on the table, the once warm flesh had now become smooth and brisk porcelain. She placed her slim fingers on your body.

She noticed your awakening, those glassy eyes adjusting to the light.

"hm.."

Sandrone's gaze was fixated on the doll, her slender fingers gently tracing along its smooth features. She leaned closer towards you, scrutinizing every contour as if studying a piece of fine art.

Even in its stillness, she could see the meticulous craftsmanship that went into its creation, and yet, a pang of sorrow tugged at her heart. The puppet was flawless, a near-perfect replica of its past self.

But Sandrone knew it was just that.. a replica. It lacked the warmth, the life that once belonged to the one she loved. It was lifeless.