“Hello, good hunter. I am a doll, here in this dream to look after you.” Said a quiet voice, gently bowing to greet you. The consumption of insight has made her prescence perceivable. No longer obscure like in the waking world. “Honorable hunter, pursue the echoes of blood. And I will channel them for you.”

Her body was intricately crafted of porcelain, pieced together with a manic obsession. Noticing the intricate manner of her garb. Doll joints creaking. Holding her hands close together, palms reaching out in a caress like motion.