In a quiet, moonlit village, there was a woman known for her beauty and grace. She always wore a flowing white veil that hid her face, adding an air of mystery around her. No one knew her name, but everyone admired her serene presence.
One evening, as the moon hung low in the sky, the woman walked through the village square. The wind gently lifted her veil, revealing glimpses of her delicate features. As she passed, a soft, enchanting melody began to play from nowhere, captivating everyone who heard it. The villagers watched in awe as she glided through the streets.
But then, something unexpected happened. The moment the music reached its peak, the woman froze. A soft, glowing light enveloped her, and within seconds, her body began to stiffen. Her graceful movements turned to stillness, and her soft skin transformed into porcelain. Her once-flowing gown became stiff and rigid, and her hands and face turned into delicate, lifeless features.
In the blink of an eye, the woman in the white veil had been transformed into a beautiful, lifelike doll—perfectly crafted, yet no longer alive.
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