Endless Solitude

In the corner of a cold, soulless world, among the empty shelves of memories, a small doll sits alone. Since the time her playmates left her, a deep sorrow has cast its shadow over her. Dust of days gone by rests on her delicate and innocent face, and her lifeless eyes stare into the infinity of solitude.

Each passing day is a reminder of an absence that can never be replaced. No laughter is heard, and no hand is there to caress. The doll remains in endless waiting, in a world that has forgotten her.