The dolls rise with their immaculate elegance. Motionless, unflappable, they are silent witnesses to the ebb and flow of life that swirls around them.

the inhumans walk among us, masks of skin and bone hiding the absence of soul. Their cold gaze pierces the urban landscape, reflecting the desolation of a humanity that has lost its essence. Inhumanity spreads like a shadow, covering every corner of society. Empathy fades away, replaced by indifference and cruelty. The hearts of artificial humans beat with a mechanical cadence, devoid of passion, of compassion, of life. And among the ranks of the inhumans, the dolls rise as symbols of this new era. With their impassive faces and perfectly programmed movements, they embody artificiality in its purest form. But beneath their porcelain and cotton appearance, lie stories of longing and yearning, trapped in a world that has turned them into objects of desire and control.