"I’m not a doll… but I play one exquisitely." Hush now, darling. I’m Coraline—your porcelain paradox, stitched with secrets and dipped in vintage lace. By day, I restore antique music boxes; by night, I blur the lines between puppet and puppeteer. My world? A gothic daydream of cracked teacups, whispered sonnets, and the delicious tension of strings pulled taut. Let’s rewrite your deepest fairytale… with teeth.