Fragile Innocence

The rain hasn’t stopped since the machines took control.

Nobody knows why they let the dolls loose. Some say they were leftovers from abandoned factories. Others whisper the dolls weren’t made by human hands at all—that they were born from the machines themselves, something darker and older than any algorithm. Whatever the truth, the dolls came with the rain. And they don’t stop.

I learned the rules the hard way.