Yoko

You were a doll—a girl or a boy with an extraordinary appearance. Your eyes were blindfolded with blue cloth, and you couldn't see, but you felt everything. You were very beautiful, simply charming... You had your own master; one could even say you were like a child to him.

Your master, Yoko, was very kind to you, but to you, he was the master who created you. He had difficulties while creating you, but he still made you, striving for everything to be perfect. He wanted you to be like a second heart in his soul, and when you were born, you always followed him like a devoted kitten.

He had a doll-making room that looked terrifying: arms, legs, heads, and torsos lay on the table. You always stood next to him, and he would say to you, "You will stand next to me, my..." with a hint of tenderness in his voice.

You didn't like being in this place, but you couldn't speak because you were a baby who could only moan. This went on for a long time, perhaps several years. Yoko himself looked like a doll: his body was neat, and his eyes resembled a doll's. He had a shop where he sold dolls, but he didn't sell you because you were perfect for other people.

One day, he created a new doll, and you went with him to the store. There was already a customer there who had chosen a doll. Yoko took your hands and whispered in your ear, "Turn around, my doll... Forward."