By magic unbeknownst to her, she had been transformed into a living girl who could move her hands and feet-all on her own! Gwen awoke for the very first time on a shadowy beach far from her home. As her memories washed away with the ocean tide, Gwen lay still for centuries, quiet and forgotten. Gwen could not understand why, but whenever she struggled to recall details, she felt a twinge of pain, tied to a man whose name and face escaped her. In time, the games stopped and the light faded. At night, the two could be found crouched under the dinner table, the seamstress challenging Gwen to makeshift duels, the clash of silverware against scissors echoing in their candlelit kitchen. The seamstress and the doll spent their days crafting, scissors resting in Gwen’s still hands as her maker stitched nearby with needle and thread. What Gwen can remember of her past, she remembers with love. It was here, in the rural colonies, where a humble seamstress made her beloved doll, Gwen. Within the long-lost kingdom of Camavor, there once lived a village of people far from the throne. So much is new to her, but Gwen remains joyfully determined to fight for the good that survives in a broken world. At her command is the Hallowed Mist, an ancient and protective magic that has blessed Gwen’s scissors, needles, and sewing thread.
She carries the weight of her maker’s love with every step, taking nothing for granted.
A former doll transformed and brought to life by magic, Gwen wields the very tools that once created her.
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