A dissolved girl

Shame, such a shame
I think I kind of lost myself again









I need a little love to ease the pain.

The First Photostory

After scouring ebay and local stores for a certain 1/3 scale object, I finally found what I was looking for. Here is the story of its reception.

One fine morning...





Elena: What was that?



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Mr Black: Good morning, Elena!



Elena: Goodness, you startled me!


Mr Black: Muah.


Elena: You are quite lively this morning.


Mr Black: Elena, what is that box over there?


Elena: Which box?

Mr Black: That box, over there.


Elena: Oh, I'm not sure.

Mr Black: I will investigate.


Mr Black: Hello, box. I am here to discover your secrets.


Mr Black: Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!

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Mr Black: There is something quite heavy inside...


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Mr Black: Whew. Well now, perhaps you can open it, Elena.


Elena: Oh my!


Mr Black: What is it? Are there treasures inside?





Elena: It's lovely.

Mr Black: A tea set, eh?

Elena: I have wanted one for some time now.


Elena: Ah-choo!

Mr Black: Bless you.


Mr Black: It's dusty.


Elena: I wonder where Somnifer found it.


Elena: Well, whatever the case, we should wash these right away.

Mr Black: I suppose we could do that.

Later, after a change of location...

Elena: Now, Mr. Black, you can rinse and I will dry.


Mr Black: I guess it wouldn't do if your string got damp. It might become moldy.


Elena: Indeed. Are you paying attention?


Mr Black: Look, Elena-- these cups are so dusty that when I fill them with water, there is a thin crust of grey that floats on the surface!


Elena: Very impressive.

Mr Black: I agree!


Elena: But do you know what I find more impressive?

Mr Black: What? My majestic rinsing skills?


Elena: We have finished our task.


Mr. Black: Hurrah!



The End