• You walk through a dark forest, hearing the soft 'la-laing' of a girl in the distance. Her voice echoes continuously in the dark pathways of dirt and rubble you both run and walk past. You seen see a slight light at the end. Joyous, you run, but come to a screeching halt as shadowy figures loom in the distance, and they too come to a halt, but a silent one. They mimic the girl's singing, and encircle you as they come closer, revealing they are broken, living dolls. They stare at you with button, glass, painted, hanging, and cracked eyes, continuing their chanting of the girls song. You grow scared as they then come closer...and closer....

    The voices get slurry...and blurry...and the doll's faces become a blur as you see black before blanking out and fainting.

    You reawaken in a beautiful, picturesque meadow. The sun radiating a warm yellow with the slightest tints of red in the distance.

    You soon hear the same song that the girl and the dolls were seeing.

    You get up slowly, looking around. Then with slight hesitation, search through the meadow of purple lilacs, and yellow daisies, and bunches of red, pink, white, blue, lavender and many others.

    You soon come across a petite girl, who is wearing a sunhat with a cherry red ribbon ties around it. She wears a white dress that spots equally fitting red polka dots. Her hair a marvelous glinting sun kissed orange. Skin slightly tan.

    'Probably from being out here for so long..' You noted to yourself.

    You looked down to realize she wasn't wearing any shoes.

    "Um..Miss?..."

    The girl continues singing, ignoring your call.

    "Miss...?" You ask, getting closer to her, and yet she still ignores you.

    "Excuse me." You say with about as much patience as one with such inpatience could muster.

    The girl still ignored you.

    You touch her shoulder to finally make her aware of your presence. The girl twirls around, still 'la-laing' and you gasp in horror and digust.

    The girls eyes were...well what used to be eyes...There were empty holes now, but had buttons sown on them, as if she was a doll.

    Her lips were equally as disturbing. The ends of her smile were obscured by stitching and sowing. Her lips popped out a bit, almost like as if it was that of a fish.

    She continued singing and got closer to you. And closer. Her arms outstretched. Revealing an empty basket and a full one.

    Her voice was hoarse and dry, quite the opposite when she had sang.

    "Choose." She whispered and all you could do was gape at her command.

    Now which do you choose?

    An empty basket?

    Or a full basket?