Reposted by @strawmansam.bsky.social
As the music box in your mind winds down, you collapse.
You realize, you can think?
... Just a little.
Enough to know what happened to you.
You feel a hand on your key.
Winding.
Winding.
Your doll cheeks flush.
Because you remember.
... Just a little.
Enough to know what happens next.
