doll head felt

The doll’s head felt cool against skin, its painted eyes staring past any fixed point. Metallic flakes, remnants of some earlier gilding, gave way under gentle pressure, releasing a fine dust that settled into the cracks spiderwebbing across the porcelain. These fractures weren't breaks so much as layered impressions—each impact subtly reshaping what came before. The filings accumulated around its base like sediment, obscuring any definitive origin; instead, it seemed to grow from countless small additions.