Inky Iris

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My handmade, posable dolls are crafted with hand-sculpted faces and eerie little details that make each one uniquely haunting. Perfect for fans of spooky art and circus-inspired oddities!

🪞 Inky Iris 🪞 

Iris woke on a floor that smelled of mildew and rot. The air was damp, heavy, pressing against her chest as though it wanted her to suffocate. She pushed herself up, confused, dizzy—her body felt wrong, unfamiliar.

There was no window, only a faint shimmer of light from the corner of the room. Stumbling toward it, her hand brushed against something cold: a mirror—its frame ornate but cracked, the glass blackened with age.

She lifted it slowly.

Her breath caught.

The reflection was not hers. Her eyes were pools of ink, hollow and endless. The corners of her mouth were crudely stitched, forcing her lips into a twisted half-smile. Her skin was pale, tinged with a sickly green, and through the dark curtain of her hair streaked a bold line of white—like a scar carved in color.

The mirror trembled in her hands, but she could not look away.

For the first time, she wondered if she was alive at all… or if she had woken into someone else’s nightmare.

And then, behind her reflection, the cracked glass showed a figure standing. Waiting.