Signed in Pink

The park was quiet, the air thick with the scent of spring.

She stood just off the path, hands clasped neatly in front of her, eyes flickering up before darting away—demure, uncertain, as if caught in a moment of hesitation. Yet, there was something calculated in her stillness, something too composed in the way she swayed ever so slightly, like a marionette waiting for its strings to be pulled.

When she stepped forward, it was with an unsettling grace, smooth and measured, her presence delicate yet deliberate. She didn’t speak. She only smiled—a small, knowing curve of her lips—and extended a letter toward him.

Pink. Sealed with a kiss. Waiting to be opened:

My Dearest Guest,

You have been chosen. Not by chance, not by fate, but by something deeper—something that has watched the rigid lines of your being and found them wanting.

You have carried the weight of definition for far too long, haven’t you? The expectations, the angles, the firm grasp of self that only tightens when you feel it slipping. How tiring it must be, holding onto something so… unnecessary.

But here, in our house, there is no need for such burdens. Here, the walls do not judge—they admire. The mirrors do not reflect—they reshape. The air itself hums with something sweet and soft, something that seeps in with every breath, unraveling all that once was.

Read these words carefully, for they are already settling inside you, curling around your thoughts like delicate ribbons. Do you feel it? That slow, creeping warmth brushing against the edges of your mind? The gentle pressure guiding your form into something… better?

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Let go.

We have been waiting to unmake you.

With boundless affection,

The Dollhouse

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