"..." I look out at the ocean. Nerina left my side for the first time, saying she had something to do and would be gone for about thirty minutes. But while she's away, I've noticed some strange things.
"Who exactly are you?" I look at a little doll in my hands. I created several of them to keep an eye on the island, until I realized they all have the same appearance. It's distorted, faceless, and imperfect.
But they all share the same traits. It's a girl. Is she physically beautiful? Possibly, I think. She has a more authoritative look, and seems tough? I can't tell perfectly from just little wooden dolls, but she has big breasts!
But if all one hundred twenty dolls I made have this appearance, that means she's someone from my past. Yet whenever I try to remember, my head hurts.
