Somewhere in the marshes of the forest, stands a girl in her nightgown. The water is seeping into her skin but she makes no move. She is eerily still, almost like a statue. Almost as if she were a mannequin.
Somewhere in the marshes of the forest, stands a girl in her nightgown. The water is seeping into her skin but she makes no move. She is eerily still, almost like a statue. Almost as if she were a mannequin.