Magic isn't a tangible thing. It isn't pixie dust or the swish of a magic wand, it's a lot more that that. It's the moon, the first time a child smiles, the first bud in spring. And one day, that beautiful and dangerous power got escaped. A stream of pure energy swept across the London sky, weaving through buildings and illuminating everything it touched. It healed a stray dog that had been struck by a train so that the pup yipped in the pure joy of not being in utter agony. The magic flew between a fighting couple and absorbed the hatred causes them to fall into each others arms and cry out apologies and words of love. And finally, in a last huff of power. It flew through the window of a doll maker and brought life to his magnificent creations. Then the light of pure amazement flickered out and all that was left was the lives it had touched. It disappeared back to wherever it had come from leaving a feeling of both joy and loneliness in it's wake.
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The Dollhouse
FantasiLife in the dollhouse is simple. Stay in place and do what the doll keeper asks. But one girl stuck In the perfect world wants out. But the keeper will do anything to keep the house running in order.
