Angela Tian Twilight dimmed. The curtain rises toward the end of the moonlight. Whisper, whisper. Who is there? No one. Empty corridor, I wander toward the shadow. Whisper, whisper. What is that? Wind snaps the branches. Dazzling light, light spirits, present elegant dance, as if, some ancient solemn ritual. Whisper, whisper. What is that? Shifting shadow. Lost in the darkness, the last drop of melted wax lands on my hand. Pain blows beside my ear. Whisper, whisper. Where is it? Behind me. Dark magic, power of the full moon. Whisper, whisper. Whisper of dolls. Freezing darkness embraces the cellar. They tremble, body shattered. Searching, searching for the lost warmness. Troubling, troubling with smiles hiding the tears. Please remind me, where is the doll once beside your pillow? | 