soulstice ☼
/ˈsōlstəs,ˈsälstəs/
deredere² chorus battle
prologue
Born from a lineage of magical doll makers, a young girl follows a path predetermined by blood. Raised with the expectation to follow in the steps of her ancestors, her childhood is filled with the prick of needles and the strings of marionettes.Yet as she grows older, the young girl finds herself alone. Adolescence entirely enveloped by the craft her family dedicated themselves to wholly—which in turn, left behind nothing but their creations—she spends nights in her studio accompanied only by her own growing silence and silicone flesh.As the clock turns, her restlessness festers in tandem. 'Who am I?' she laments, not knowing who lies beneath the skin of the doll maker. She knows not of the ways to escape the cage that she's unknowingly been trapped in, nor how to live normally even if she left.Her hands tremble, one desperately clawing at her heart and the other clutching her head. Her gaze lands upon the creations littering the space surrounding her, reminding her of the only companions she's had her entire life.Knowing nothing else, she reaches for her sewing kit, fingers blindly embracing the creation of three figures as naturally as she breathed. With her deepest hopes and wishes of discovering herself dancing upon her tongue, she imbues each doll with a piece of her—her heart, her mind, and her soul.