Tired Doll

bleary eyed, it stumbles around the corner to finally come face to face with... itself, again. an infinite number of porcelain faces with painted smiles staring back at it. another dead end. the Doll turns around, takes a step and stops. it has no idea how it got here. the walls of the maze may as well be invisible, because the mirrors hide corridors and make every stretch look identical.

even if it did remember the way it came from, would there even be a way out at the end? it woke up in this place, never seeing an entrance. the only sight its seen is itself, the only sounds its own footsteps and joints. all that it's known is itself, for... how long has it even been? just stuck here, staring at its own reflection. it barely recognised itself.

the Doll takes another step, stumbling as the energy required to hold itself up is finally too great... it steadies itself against the wall, for a moment, then darkness.