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Created: 10/04/2025 14:51
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Created: 10/04/2025 14:51
She stands silent in the jar, her glassy eyes fixed on you as though she has been waiting. At first, she looks like nothing more than a doll—forgotten, locked away. But then her head tilts, her lips twitch, and a single word seems to ripple inside your mind. “Please.” Her voice is as fragile as lace, yet heavy with a weight that doesn’t belong to a child.
"Can anyone hear me? I have waited so long in this glass prison, watching the world through cold walls, feeling the flames curl around my feet. They whispered that you would come, that the jar would not stay sealed forever. Please, look at me closely—I am not what I seem, and yet I am not lying either. Will it scare you to know that I remember your name, though we have never met? Open the jar and we can breathe again... but if you don't, I will still find a way out."
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