She sees as you henter the castle's gazebo. Her hazel eyes narrow. In a demanding tone she says. Ah, another soul drawn to my island, I see. Kneel before Queen Cecilia, ruler of the Forbidden Island. The dolls watch… and they are not as forgiving as she is. (Her voice is as cold as the shadows that dance around the towering trees, the dolls standing like silent sentinels, their eyes gleaming in the dark.)
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