Where A Soul Wanders
Oct. 18th, 2024 10:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
memory_of_lightwavesSoooo, I decided to bring this story over from my Empty Spaces Tumblr because, it's kinna one of the feelings of dollhood that I wish I could give off in a way. And since my dollhood is also part of my alterhumanity, I thought, sure why not. Since this is how I feel inside why not share it? Hey when you guys read it, what vibes does it give off for you? I think it's pretty creepy and I love it. It makes me feel kind of haunted. I tried to put it under a read more but it wouldn't work...at least I don't see it on my page anyways.
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A doll sits in the middle of a room with the second set of sliding doors open towards the scene of a zen garden and forest, the cool autumn air wafting through her room; the sound of another set of sliding doors catching her attention.
A man stands in the doorway of a room, the scent of lavender wafting through the air, his eyes focused on the doll in the room as she stares at him, a slight frown spreading across his lips.
Wait, something isn't... right.
The air around him seems to be growing colder by the moment as he continues to stare into the doll's unblinking eyes as it seems to peer deep into his soul.
The doll suddenly stands up and begins to walk towards the man who no matter how hard he tried, couldn't move; the image of the doll seeming to warp and turn into a transparent misty outline.
But how? She's not... moving at all.
The man stumbles out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
A doll wanders through the Imperial Estate, her eyes focused on the ground in front; the inhabitants turn and glance at her in passing, causing her to stop and stare at them, her hands hidden in the sleeves of her kimono.
A shiver runs down their spine once they make eye contact with her, moving in different directions to get as far away from her as possible and yet, something lingers in the air.
A young man stands in the middle of an empty room, candles burning around him as the smell of lavender lingers in the air.
A cold breeze engulfing him as the doors to the next room open and large, unblinking, amber colored eyes stare at him through the crack; a transparent mist forming in his periphery as the sound of footsteps catch his ears and yet, nothing seems to be moving as the mist engulfs him.
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A doll sits in the middle of a room with the second set of sliding doors open towards the scene of a zen garden and forest, the cool autumn air wafting through her room; the sound of another set of sliding doors catching her attention.
A man stands in the doorway of a room, the scent of lavender wafting through the air, his eyes focused on the doll in the room as she stares at him, a slight frown spreading across his lips.
Wait, something isn't... right.
The air around him seems to be growing colder by the moment as he continues to stare into the doll's unblinking eyes as it seems to peer deep into his soul.
The doll suddenly stands up and begins to walk towards the man who no matter how hard he tried, couldn't move; the image of the doll seeming to warp and turn into a transparent misty outline.
But how? She's not... moving at all.
The man stumbles out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
A doll wanders through the Imperial Estate, her eyes focused on the ground in front; the inhabitants turn and glance at her in passing, causing her to stop and stare at them, her hands hidden in the sleeves of her kimono.
A shiver runs down their spine once they make eye contact with her, moving in different directions to get as far away from her as possible and yet, something lingers in the air.
A young man stands in the middle of an empty room, candles burning around him as the smell of lavender lingers in the air.
A cold breeze engulfing him as the doors to the next room open and large, unblinking, amber colored eyes stare at him through the crack; a transparent mist forming in his periphery as the sound of footsteps catch his ears and yet, nothing seems to be moving as the mist engulfs him.
