Mary was sitting beside one of the unusual dolls in a small room, which was dimly lit from the lamp above. She was lying down on her stomach, and appeared to be writing on a sheet of old, yellowed paper. As she wrote, she occasionally shot a glance over to the doll, who remained frozen in it's place. After a moment or so, she returned to writing.
Not even five minutes later, Mary grinned as she sat up, and lifted the paper up to the ceiling.
"Perfect~! My letter's finally finished!"
To my dearest father, Guertena...
Hello, papa! Wow, I can't believe how many people love your artwork! So many people visit the gallery every single day! ...W