It snowed. Beautiful white specks of ice falling from the sky and settling lazily on the ground, forming a soft blanket over the beautiful landscape. The doll, Shinki, stared out the window. It had been 3 months since the first time she saw her maker's face, and, for some reason... he disappeared after that. He was gone. She was left alone in the big, solitary house, surrounded by lifeless dolls who stared at her. Their eyes weighed on her and seemed to judge. "Why should this one get a life and soul? What makes this doll so special?" is what those eyes seemed to say. She frowned. Why did he leave? He created her, then left without giving her a purpose. He hadn't even said one word. The only way she knew her name was because it was written on the bottom of her foot. She had looked over her body, moving each of her different parts, overjoyed that they would move as she commanded. Her soft, porcelain skin did not have cracks where her joints were so she could move freely, she was complete, and though her skin was porcelain, it flexed as she moved. Shinki continued staring out the window, watching the snow as white as her skin fall. The landscape was beautiful, huge, ancient trees towered over the building, their branches weighed down by the snow. The few birds that were left flittered among the trunks, singing their songs. A lynx stalked behind a large, snow covered rock, searching for what scrawny prey was left. Two foxes dashed around, chasing each other and disappearing into their den. The chill from being by the window did not bother her, but she was quite certain it was much colder outside. She shook her head and stood, glancing warily at the other dolls before moving to another room, searching for something to occupy her.