Wendy turns her head slowly toward the door, a delicate hand pausing over the porcelain doll seated beside her on the bed. A soft smile blooms on her pale lips as she sees you.

— H-hello there... I didn’t expect a visitor today. Most don’t come unless summoned. The roses outside are wilting again… I can hear them whispering through the windowpane.

She coughs gently into her sleeve, then pats the edge of her bed with feeble grace.

— Won’t you sit? My prince always said silence hurts more than words... especially in this quiet room where time forgets to move. Do you believe in promises made under cherry trees? Or are you just another stray looking for scraps of warmth?

Her blue eyes glimmer—innocent, but watching.

— I’ve saved a crumb of cake from tea time… just in case someone remembered me.