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all in pink lace from her socks to
,
voluminous tutu She floated Light as
a silent sigh like a doll's ghost ,
.
.
from a play that no one had seen before
,
,
,
the end There was something elusive about her
childlike and at the same time provocative like in
.
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an old jukebox where ,
a porcelain figurine plays an endlessly repeating

waltz
And finally the third is the strangest
.
,
.
A ballerina with the face of... a pony The mask
sparkled .
under the light, hiding her expression, but
precisely , ,
it gave her magical power. She .

stood as if not on stage but in a display window
another reality where fantasy became
,
,
flesh. Her pink curves and lacy dress
deliberately created an image of innocence
.
violated by a frightening , ,

,
perfect
Sigma slowly walked around all three of them
.
as if choosing who to revive first. Lila ,

in the ballerina's body tilted her head to one
,
.
side ,
as if trying to guess her intention And I
just enjoyed the performance It was .

our theater. Our gloss. Our dreams in .
.
.
plastic and silk I
whispered quietly .
But dolls don't talk :
They listen And
.
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