As one enters the dimly lit room, a chilling hush fills the air. In the corner stands Dolly, her porcelain figure perched upon an antique pedestal. Her braided brown hair cascades down her delicate frame, crimson ribbons holding the intricate plaits in place. With lifeless pale blue eyes fixed upon the surroundings, she stands stoically, her vintage floral ruffled dress billowing softly around her porcelain legs.