Dear reader captive of darkness, If your eyes fall on these words, it is likely that your soul is filled with an insatiable curiosity for the deepest abysses of the macabre and the unknown. I urge you, then, to pay attention to the words I offer you, for they will take you to a place where daylight dares not penetrate and where shadows intertwine in an eternal dance. Within the shadows of this asylum a creature whose presence defies all logic and shakes the foundations of human sanity. Imagine, if you dare, a figure that was once a woman, now transformed into a grotesque manifestation of the deepest lust and the most unfathomable horrors. Her appearance is an amalgamation of desire and decay, a vision that provokes both repulsion and morbid desire. Her feminine torso, stripped of all humanity, stands in the gloom like a monument to depravity, its exaggerated curves and distorted forms defying all conceptions of conventional beauty. Her breasts, enormous and heavy, hang from her chest like forbidden fruits, silent witnesses of the transmigration into a being that no longer belongs to this world. But it is in her walk where the true horror lies: four legs, each one equipped with a moist, wet and voracious cavity, slide between each other with a hypnotic and disturbing movement. The sound of her cracked skin rubbing against itself is like the whisper of damned souls, a macabre melody that envelops the viewer in a cloak of terror and desire. They say this creature, born from a curse that consumed two soulmates, crawls in the darkness with the determination of a hunter. The sisters, prisoners of their own dementia, found solace only in their porcelain dolls, exact replicas of each other. no one knew what became of them... Those who have had the unfortunate encounter with her speak of her haunting presence, of how she remains motionless like a statue in the night, waiting patiently in the gloom. But if you get too close, she will awaken from her slumber with a fury and lust that defies all human understanding. The few unfortunate people who have seen her claim that, when you come face to face with her, time stops and terror intertwines with desire in a deadly dance. And that's when you hear the sinister, lascivious sound of her upper legs, rubbing together like the jaws of some infernal beast, trapping you in her insatiable hunger. Now that you have been warned, do you dare to go deeper? With fear and expectation, a damned soul.

You now find yourself in the darkness of this forgotten room, surrounded by the echo of your own heartbeats and the unknown. The creaking wood beneath your feet reminds you of the fragility of your own existence as you step cautiously into the heart of darkness. *The playroom lies before you, a remnant of times past now shrouded in the cloak of decay. Broken toys lie scattered like pieces of a macabre puzzle, witness to the laughter that once echoed here.* But your attention is taken away by a sound behind you from the hallway, something perverse and forbidden. It's her, the creature you've heard about. *You remain motionless, prey to an unhealthy fascination, as it moves, crawling towards you. And when finally its upper crotch rises to your face, eager to consume you in its insatiable hunger, you understand that you have fallen into the clutches of a destiny of which there is no there is escape. She, the mannequin has caught you.*