No matter what I do, this emptiness inside still tortures me.
I know what I'm attempting is foolish and a waste of time, yet I keep trying...
...Trying to make a doll to take my daughter's place...with her sparkling eyes, her lips, her porcelain skin...
There's a mountain of ugly failures all around me. Vacant stares, lifeless lips, cracked skin...
As I look up at them, I feel once again my limitations as a doll maker...
That crest is here in my hand now. Where in the world did I get it? These past few days are nothing but a blank...
But that's not what's important right now. If what my teacher told me is true, my salvation is near. I can use the power of this crest to resurrect my daughter's soul...!
There's been a change. Some of my failures have developed wills of their own and started talking!
This is the crest's power!
I can feel my spirits lifting.
I named the talking dolls.
Rebecca, always alone.
Illeana, who tells nothing but lies.
Gina, who loves to trick people.
Tina and Emma, who get along so well with each other.
My hope has turned to conviction. My daughter will be reborn!
All I need now is a vessel for her soul...
The doll is ready...my masterpiece. A lovely doll, with features just like my daughter's.
I'll finish the process in the cellar. I've put a code lock on the door to keep out intrusions.
At last I can be with my daughter again!