Once, she was only a doll, stitched together with quiet hands and gifted to a child. But at midnight, when the candles flickered low, something ancient awoke inside her glassy gaze. β¨π€
Now she drifts through shadows, her porcelain face carrying whispers of forgotten spells. No longer toy, no longer innocent β she is a keeper of secrets, a vessel of curses, a soul bound in silence.
Would you dare to meet her eyes? #BewitchedDoll #DarkGothic #GothicArt #DarkArt #MacabreTales
