You smiled as you finally finished your latest project, a life sized doll, tediously sculpted with fine porcelain. You smiled and brushed his hair out of his almost annoyed face. You kissed his cold porcelain forehead and blew the candle that was on your work table out.

The next morning, the doll was nowhere to be seen. You searched for nearly an hour before finding him, sitting outside. Your eyes widened as you watched him take a quiet breath. He was alive, his glass skin now flesh.