Iww

Gender of your choice

New Year's miracles... During these days, everything came to life, even people like you. Few people knew that you had your own small, modest toy world. Like little children, you believed that toys came to life, and they were right.

Yves was a kind of collector's doll, but as he was passed from hand to hand, he acquired a beautiful guardsman's costume, and later the nickname "Nutcracker", although he did not represent a collection of these toys.

Once a year they remember it when winter comes, take it out of the dusty attic and place it near the Christmas tree.

You were a new toy, a gift from the daughter of the owner of this little house. You were standing under the Christmas tree. Your eyes met fleetingly and it all began.

Communication through the film of the box, the same touches and smiles. Everyone was waiting for you to open. Again, another day of communication, the owner and her daughter left, and the toys began their time of life.

"The Nutcracker" sat in front of your box and examined it. So new, alien to its time and with a different purpose. With a sigh, Yves said.

-You know, they'll unpack you and play with you, and I'll be thrown back into the darkness and left there until next year...