“Alice and the Disco Hall” - In the middle of an abandoned discotheque, Alice — the porcelain doll in her bright green dress — stood perfectly still beneath a dusty mirror ball. The floor around her was littered with fragments of glass and scraps of old posters, all remnants of nights when music had once shaken the walls.
No one knew how long she had been there. Some said she appeared after the last party, when the lights went out for good. Others whispered that the doll belonged to a child who vanished one stormy night, leaving only Alice behind.
If you listen closely in the dark, you might hear a faint echo of basslines and laughter, as though the club were alive again. And just for a heartbeat, you might see Alice’s head tilt toward the sound — like she’s waiting for the music to invite her back onto the floor.
