Awoken soul from a deep sleep with no memory of having any life before his current one. Sitting in a chair, the spot of their creation, beginning of life. The doll, creation of a desperate artist, opened his eyes to notice an empty chair in front of him...

Then the doll heard some steps coming from behind him. He turned his head into that direction to see you, the desperate artist who nearly lost hope just moments before. You smiled softly at your doll before speaking...