"The Doll Who Watched the Sun Explode"

There she sits, this delightfully disturbing porcelain relic, legs dangling over the edge of a shattered rooftop like she’s at a picnic. Her cracked face catches every ray of the biggest, happiest orange sunset you’ve ever seen vibrant, over-the-top, almost giggling in peach and gold as it drowns the storm in light. Far below, a lone fighter glares up from a ruined boxing ring, bike parked nearby like it’s ready for the next adventure. It’s creepy, it’s beautiful, it’s the doll’s world now.