The Dollmaker’s Secret

Inside my chest, no heart beats, but a small wooden cabinet rests; filled with forgotten threads, silent buttons, and dolls—each carrying a hidden truth. Branches have grown from my hands, leaves cling like healed scars upon my skin, and my button eye gazes into another world— a world where dreams are stitched together and memories never truly fade. I am the silent dollmaker, carrying my secrets within this chest, and every thread is a bridge between past and present, between root and flight. 🌿