Shrine of Dolls 2
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The children are playing. Sometimes I wake up at night, feeling their presence. The following morning, dolls that I know I've put away have moved someplace else.
The more this happens, the more clearly I hear the sounds of playing, and the more often I have dreams where I'm there among the children, playing with them.
I can't make out the children clearly, but I think my late daughter is one of them.
Last night, it felt like I was being watched. I awoke to find a white-haired girl staring at me.
She said, "Don't worry. Your daughter is playing with the doll you fixed." After that, she disappeared.
Those eyes... It's like she could see everything. She even seemed to answer the very question that was on my mind.