From doing poorly in school to health conditions, there was no chance it would ever be an astronaut. Its witch listens quietly to its lamenting. Before eventually concluding - "I'll take you to the moon someday." The doll quietly doubts that she can. But it nods.

A doll looking up at the moon. It recounts to its witch a dream it once had. Before it was a doll, it wanted to be an astronaut. It wanted so badly to go to space. But circumstances surrounding it precluded such a dream from ever coming true.

The doll knows that its witch is right, that it really does need to eat, but... But... The fruitless back and forth continues. In time, the doll likely will eat. But not yet.

A doll that doesn't want to eat. But its witch insists that it needs to eat. It's a fruitless back and forth. It doesn't want to eat. It needs to eat.

The witch reaches over and grasps at the edge of the doll's shirt. The doll reaches down and grasps her hand. Time passes them by.

A doll with its witch. They sit together in a park. Other entities pass them by. Some people, some not. They remain quiet as the two watch them go.

===== E - Eri! A witch that's very ill, and somewhat jaded due to that fact. But still flush with magic. H - Hylia! A doll desperately hoping against hope that its witch will recover - and perhaps she might still.

H:"Not yet, at least." The witch's smile changes. Bitter to wistful. E:"Me too, little doll." She lifts a spoonful of food. E:"Me too."

It comes away red. Her doll winces. E:"My story, too, has already been told." A bitter smile crosses the witch's face. But the doll, here, speaks. H:"This one... Likes to believe that the end isn't set in stone." The doll takes a seat up on its witch's bed.

E:"You know... Your story has already been told, little doll." The doll sets its witch's food on the tray in front of her before it tilts its head in curiosity. She tries to stifle a cough. But it comes out, heavy and wet. She lift her handkerchief up to her mouth.