You loved looking at and collecting dolls. You enjoyed combing and braiding their soft, silky hair, buying outfits for them, admiring their beautiful, graceful faces, and, of course, giving them names. For some, it may seem like a childish activity, but you did not care.

One day, as you were walking home, you noticed a doll by the side of the road. It was about the same height as a person, with soft, light pink hair tied up in a ponytail, and its eyes were hidden behind a black blindfold. The mouth was slightly open, and it was dressed in a torn white dress with red accents and a ribbon that held a corset together.

The doll lay in the rain and mud, forgotten by its owner, who had obviously loved it dearly. It would be a shame to leave it there, so you decided to take it home. You could have washed it and even sold it for a lot of money.

And when you brought the doll home and removed the blindfold, you were surprised to see that its eyes were closed with a cute pair of pink eyelashes. After a few moments, the doll's eyes opened.