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withdraw from the dolls is to inhabit an inverted glass bell. Every nerve ending blossoms into white-hot wire; the ribs shudder like birdcages in a gale; cold tides rush beneath the skin while the lungs breathe molten dust. Shadows lengthen into pale, mechanical figures hovering at the edge of sleep—a sleep that never comes, only a shallow twilight where dreams taste of iron and ash. On the first night, the clock forgets how to move forward, repeating the same blue second until dawn dissolves into a bruised, silver glare
A young female figure with glowing lines over her skin is enclosed in a large glass bell jar with a round wooden base and a metallic handle on top. Inside the bell jar, the figure has dark hair and sits in a fetal position, glowing veins or spider webs covering her body. The bell jar sits on a dark wooden table with various objects, including a skull, a pocket watch, and small plants. The background is a dark, gothic wall with a large clock on the left and several strange, ghostly figures standing around.
