A doll is a model of a human being, often used as a toy for children. Dolls have traditionally been used in magic and religious rituals throughout the world, and traditional dolls made of materials like clay and wood. (excerpt from kaneko's thesis)
im so into this thesis about this mysterious student, i really find it exciting whenever i read an excerpt from her thesis, i'm a doll collector that is why im very into her work about dolls and things related with them, by the way im kim hyunjae, a doll enthusiast, im a 3rd year college student, majoring in psychology, i found this thesis in a secluded area of our university library, im proud to say i study at tokyo university, i was very drawn into the title of it and the author which according to the students and staffs of our school is a psycho, but i really don't care about what they say cause i think of her as a genius who understood people who love dolls....and that's what i thought,,,, and the moment i opened the first page of her work my life changed 360 degrees......
my creations, the replica of perfection, they would never understand my love, they say i've gone mad, im crazy, they just don't know how much i love you........
what are we?..... what am i?.... am i even real?..... but why do i feel this urges in me.........
a reflection of beauty.......
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A girl with dreams too big for the world she's trapped in, her heart full of hopes for freedom. But fate has other plans. There's someone out there... her shadow, who sees her not just as a dreamer, but as a prize to claim.
He makes her believe she's winning, but in the end, he always pulls her deep into his darkness.
Puppet :
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He destroyed me. Tore me apart until there was nothing left to save. I can't... I can't even breathe without feeling his shadow suffocating me. He stole everything-my dreams, my peace. And now, he's chasing me. Why? To crush what's left? To make me his toy? Or worse... his love?
I don't know if he wants me as his puppet to torment or his love to possess, but either way, he's unraveling me. No matter how far I run, his presence clings to me, pulling me back into his darkness each time deeper than before.
Puppet Master :
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She doesn't even realize how beautiful she is when she's broken. My fragile, trembling little Doll. She thinks she can run, but she belongs to me. Her innocence calls to me like a melody I can't stop listening to, so pure, so unaware of how deeply she's already mine.
Oh, let her try to escape-it only makes the hunt sweeter. I love the way she trembles, the fear in her eyes when she realizes she can't outrun her devil. I'll let her break a hundred more times, let her feel the weight of her hopeless escape. And when she's nothing but shattered glass, I'll mold her into what she was always meant to be. Mine... utterly and completely mine.
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