A dimly lit, abandoned nursery set against a worn wooden floor. A vintage porcelain doll with faded paint and two empty eye sockets sits propped against a rickety crib, its once-white dress now stained and tattered. The doll's left arm is bent at an unnatural angle, as if it had been broken off and never repaired. Shattered silence hangs in the air as the doll's blank face seems to stare straight through us.
