There is an ancient land located in the south of civilization. It is south to two dormant kingdoms. A land soaked in blood and mystery. Pass through the great cities and away from the villages, lies a island. There surrounded by a deep and dark forest, there one can see the dark waters. A lake that leads to a great sea. It is the island that is soaked in the mystery. A mystery of ghosts, mermaids, and dolls.
The small island rest upon the water that has been raped by humanity and cared by one man. A man who would speak to the dead. Bodiless voices who called to him. From all the voices that echoed across the land and the water, the man heard one voice more clearly than the rest. A child's voice fell to the ears and seeped through the man's heart. A cry of desperation and a request. Dolls. The voice of the innocent asked for dolls. As many as the man could find. The man respected the request and began his quest in search for as many dolls as possible. New dolls and tattered dolls alike, he collected all shapes and sizes without any hint of bias or taste. He searched through shops, garbage, and on the outskirts of the lake and nearby rivers. The town folk and villagers dubbed him the poor and insane man who seeks dolls. They all believe him to be insane and lonely, for there was no other reason for a grown man to seek dolls. Perhaps he believe the dolls to be children. No one knew the truth of his cause. The man collected dolls til they eventually filled the majority of the island. Year after year passed, and the voice would ask for more dolls. The man never refused the spirits' request, only striving to appease them.
Years passed and the man continued to hear those disembodied voices and his doll collection became known to many across the land, so many people began to donate dolls for his mysterious cause. So fortuitous that people would help the man to appease these spirits. At this rate, the island became overrun by dolls. Some sitting by the edge of the water, some hang on trees, and others just sit in odd places of the island. Their small broken, dirt smudged faces stare in cold silence at their surrounding. Yet there is a twist in the tale. The man and many others tell of stories of these dolls animating to life. Tales of the dolls moving ; limbs and eyes. The eyes that follow you, the night filled with little footsteps, and of course, the voices of the spirits. Many of the nearby town folk refuse to step foot on the island for fear of the sight of these child's play things becoming animated before their very own eyes. No one around is brave enough to witness the impossible spectacle.
Eventually the man who became a caretaker for the dolls and the spirits perished. He spoke of mermaid voices calling him to the water. Requesting him to sing. Melodies, music, and song from his voice. And so the man appeased those mermaid voices. One day, the man was found face down floating in the lake. There was evidence that the man had died from a heart attack. Many believe that the man was taken by the spirits he had grown to love and care for. Some believe he was frighten to death by the unspeakable and ancient horrors that lie within the waters. Had it been the mermaids that had asked for song that had taken him? No one will really know. Yet the dolls and the spirits wait for another visitor to hear their cries and appease them. Waiting day after day and night after night. Truth be told, the island exist, along with the many dolls awaiting a passerby. One can search for it. Just ask the nearby people if they know a place known as "The Island of The Dolls."
