Within porcelain doll
Within the porcelain doll, a stock exchange thrived—a network of minuscule stalls assembled and disassembled with each trade. Bioluminescent moss cast an eerie glow on figures bartering slips of paper, their movements stirring a scent of cinnamon and ozone. As transactions occurred, the doll’s posture subtly shifted; minute realignments echoed through its fragile form, as though value itself were reshaping its very being. A quiet stillness descended as the final trade completed, leaving only the soft pulse of light within its hollow chest.